“No.”
Sleepless nights turn into worrisome flights.
Restless thoughts sweeping past the stops.
Solitude is overrated and ignites,
Tongues bit in times of conflict allowing the conflict to inflict its suspects. Rather than undoing the mess, idle acts sit by neither hot nor cold. No other idol before me, don’t worry there’s no connection between
Patience is the name of the game.
Tried and tried is the one who waits,
That often over compensates.
You want what you don’t have. Your exaggerated perception of others feeds your pity party. Although meant to uplift and brighten your mood, thinking about it makes you envy their every move. Life on the west coast makes you “ooo” and life on the east coast makes you “awe.” You compare yourself to others and
All these young-bloods,
Trying so hard to make friends.
Acting like the ace of clubs,