Why fight?

Some do it simply to test themselves, fueled by their

Competitive spirit some are motivated by the money.. some do battle

Out of anger or pain, lashing out at a world that’s been cruel to them… 8/14/12

The pursuit of fun getting in the way of things mostly off the weekends

Bottling out my emotions whom I’m calling my friends

In having the social persona at my prime form right now

In looking around chasing the thrill as it rolls down

While choosing between the two, in taking that just it isn’t you

 But I’m just enjoying the temporary amusement

Were I should be working on my future enrichment…

Made basket lays a bottle of crown

Aside with colors full of flowers the day after

That I got her

But they seemed to pass over, given days later

A cause for bit of laughter and surprise

Willing to show a smile reaching shoulder to shoulder

As I’m trying g to keep pace with my heart

In feeling it beating faster as you approach closer

In thinking I should really take a shot off that

Glass sitting in the moment, seeing that

I’m only this Courageous when I’m on it…

Physically nor mentally, the emotions faired

By her personality being an hour pass late

Seeing that when it comes to women

I’m finding it harder to think straight

Blinded by the beauty it’s easy for them to manipulate

Given that’s a female trait

Where they come to abuse the power

Holding on the pleasures of satisfaction

Growing deeper in the mind of fornication...

The spread of a wildfire, feelings of friendship

Turning into affection and desire

Reflecting off the glass listening off the

Words experiencing the last I’ve heard   

Shortcoming long lasting confusion

Between the two sitting among the one

Second guessing from you

With the intentions breathing true, living apart

A shattered heart, again on second thinking

On what I’m believing

Emotions being countered by the feeling leaving

The pain of deceiving, nerves steadily shaking

Describing the fall in the making…