dreamlove

Yes, you could love me less in your sobriety
You could love a hell of a lot more in your drunken state
It’s true the way I felt about your nigga
There are many things that have taken place long before
I and his bittersweet sacrifice of hiding in a lie began
(Stuck in my head, NO!)
These will always be painted in my memories.

Sobriety is limiting, it has a promise in its face
Leaving you in the wake of mistakes, always slow to react.

Beauty, natural beauty is nothing created or invented
Nothing preserved or well kept
Nothing worth praising or an award
It just is.

I am what I feel constantly and there is no honesty in that
When I am happy u see it
Sad you just might
My ability of hiding is beyond the outer boundaries of what you can imagine.
My naturally beautiful self beyond boundaries, drunken, sober, in insanity, beyond thought and trial will run out of time and learn how it all unwinds.

My true self is haunted, by fear, unhealthy wounds, with its walls caving in.
My true self, is distracted, confused by an endless discomfort
I’ve felt this, and now lacking in self control, I’m just a mirror of the things I feel, reflecting nothing, holding hands with my own reflection…beside me.
The etched memories in my mind feed the pressure.

And as for what you see, can’t be the struggle but only the trouble.
So tell me now, could you love me while beyond the outer boundaries of a niggas state, while there’s really nothing left to love, AT ALL!?