want to call but I don't want to talk about how come I don't call I don't want to make up an excuse I don't want to lie to you if I call I want to tell you the truth about why I don't call you it's complicated it involves spontaneous behavior I don't want to go off the deep end if I can't depend on you to dive in and pull me ashore you might but I'm not quite sure I don't want to hold my breath on it I don't want to take the chance I still remember how you let me down in so many ways it's hard to forget the climate change the severe thunderstorms lightening strikes writing in the dark manifesting light it's no use penning this to you cause you don't read what I write I speak of you all the time especially when rhyming trauma with drama then add mama karma creative commons it all rhymes with Norma but your name is Willa Mae will you forgive me for what I still don't know I done wrong this is a lot but I don't want to say all this stuff on the phone I don't like to talk too long
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: Honesty at its best. Willa Mae just call or write to discuss the rest. ONE. Peace and Love. |
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