reminds me of what's not a treasure
lyrical bliss, fabricated "happiness"
& pursuit to gain a long life friend
is it possible that may never then?
cuz its even impossible to keep a friend
without questioning them
them, and there motives its hard to open, open myself to let alone
the metaphoric is personified & becomes rhetoric
i have words that crowd like a forest
but they all discard them
scared for the reality that may have caused them
i am tired of pleasing them i shall please me
b/c this displeasure is caused by them & not stemmed from me.
