Ben Bauman

6 years ago

here goes nothing, devention at its finest freedoms what im preaching, so listen and you'll find this. motive with a purpose, commitment with no sorrows my heart, it keeps on breaking i feel it as it hollows you told me that you loved me, your actions were consistent three years, we've been through hell and back now suddenly youre distant. dont play me like I'm stupid, forgetting how long we've done this faithful and committed to you, with kisses by the hundreds broken to begin with, you caught me at my weakest. lost but never found me, my pain is at its steepest. Pride, passion, purpose, please tell me  that I am not dreaming  Meth follows until it melts her.