Obsessing
Over little things
To gain bigger things
Got me twisted in this rude irony
Where happiness is the future
Built upon today's sadness.
You could simply say it to be fate
Fitted within the mindset
Of oneself denial
Yet accepting
The ghost pulpit thoughts
Narrowed between empty tongues clicks
Wrinkled sheets testimonies
& arrow-ed midnight shots
Straight into the wilderness shorts.
Where to gain
Is dark fishing
Ducking emotions
to shooting shots
Heart plunged in lust
Lasting seconds
Under flithy promises.
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