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Tougher Skin





In this world were in you better get a tough skin

Always prepare for something unexpected around lifes bend

Mend wounds? naw don't worry about that

Bury them so deep that it'll never come back

Back to rear it's ugly head the past can make you jaded

On my stomach it festers so I regurgitate it

Project what I reflect, I vomit in form of sonnets

I dead old shit but I forgot to embalm it

Wanted is what we want, needed will suffice

Spending our whole life paying a fee or price

For a slice of a surreal pie, so we can feel that high?

Then suddenly say goodbye to crush or kill a guy?

Or a chic, but f**k that that's being politically correct

I'm speaking my perspective so what if you object

I get perplexed sometimes at our relationships

Most of the time our relations aint much of shit

Most of of the time yall just waiting to split

Together you don't stick, then you hating a bitch

Was joined together by the hip, then you tasting regret

Memories become hauntings that you want to forget

My reverie becomes daunting, When I seem to disect

Dreams I thought were bereft, the seams they seem to have crept

I ween my former steps, and destroy what is left

My ploy is for a death A death so that the future can live

Breath has to breathed so my new love can open her lids

and gasp take some fresh me into her lungs

Come into existance we stand and don't run

I know it's hard baby to express sometimes

Afraid to dig deep afraid what you will find

Sometimes i'm afraid of digging for what's inside of here

We'll lose everytime cus God didn't give us fear

To care can be a gamble, because they flee and scramble

Disappear at the height, as I write and ramble...

on and on I don't even know what's wrong

Just want you here and never to be gone

I know some will calms prelude some storms, I know my poems

Long but bare with this song

Belong in my arms, I just love to hold ya

We'll go from tears to thongs

I Know this seems so Bipolar

I know I try to carry all of our weight on my shoulders

That's just my nature, My name is an alias for BOULDER

Heartache has a way to pierce through the the toughest men

Healing never ends, I guess I have to form a tougher skin.



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