Too be high

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Skyscraper it too the top,

Steady feet on the floor, it’s too early too fall,

The mind is a fragile place to be.

Narcissistic all the way,

He can’t save you go save yourself,

Love is not here to torture but loneliness is…..run.

Love makes you high,

Lust makes you crazy,

Loneliness makes you fall.

It doesn’t hurt if your in the clouds,

The height from which you fall hurts,

Gravity has no room to be proud.

Shakespeares theory of feel or not too feel,

Leaves me locked in a dark box with jackets all white,

Locked away with the venomous thoughts in my head there not real.

Too much to give but can’t afford the risk,

Feeling the devil’s lust but needing God’s touch,

Love makes you high,

Lust makes you crazy,

Loneliness makes you fall.

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