duck it! it’s ahead of you!
fuck it!
:
buttons are spread through!
now let us examine:
this notion of easy/soft/processed-chessy/squeeze pressed sleazy & caked up idea of ‘love’
it is as, ill advised: as a crying dove
Yes, the ones P(rince) talked about :
hearing that would annoy, anyone without doubt!
cuz’ what do you even know about love?
“baby don’t hurt me ! don’t hurt me!
another door, yet you’re pleading for more!
love? can you hear me?
nah.
prayers are not being heard, merely silence is the word.
believing they ever COULD are just tears, from
a heart hardened (as if it was real WOOD!)
is true love (just) saying something, in specific bit sized pieces?
you gotta cut love up when needed!
slice and dice love cups, until proportions are evenly weeded!
what ever happened to breaking it down? forsaking the crown!
getting all around to the inner deepest part
being real with the heart by simply standing in the way
surely, that’s the demonstrable ray!
love and light must be a testament to the fight that is constantly had, it mustn’t surrender to the doom that clouds anything as bad.
LOVE in waking our sleep, may lead our dreams to keep: a labyrinth; which alarms us by our every leap!