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Sweetest Taboo

Currently, my favorite word is “I“. One is the magic number.

Every conversation is like a confession; I know you want feedback.

I can be your dessert for thought, the sweetest taste of intellect.

While sleeping you hear the birds tweet, and you’ll follow them.

But only if they lead you to me.

I don’t normally look people in the eyes, but its your intentions Im trying to see.

I play it cool.

 

You try and let your mind go astray.

Finding yourself smiling; then you realize, you’ve been thinking of me all day.

You stop to wonder, do I think about you too?

[Maybe not the amount, but at least in the same ways]

 

If you tripped would I laugh, or would I bend down to tie your shoe?

Would I catch you? Are you falling?

I wouldn’t watch, I’d grab your hand and take you higher.

Aiming toward the moon, reaching for the stars.

Wading in the clouds.

 

I’m peeping through the hole that has been under construction…for a while.

You’re knockings on the gate are faint;unfortunately to your pleas of affection….

Currently I am deaf.

Mute, unheard of feelings, unshared emotions, my secrets are kept.

 

Decipher my pieces, and decode my being.

2pac saw death around the corner, I can only imagine

because I feel like Cupids stalking me.

 

I’m taking a light jog, you keep trying to race me full speed!

 

Cant spell potential, without potent.

Allowing my heart slow down a couple beats.

Like seeing a good menu you before you feast.

Time is deceptive that I’ve learned to use my watch as a piece.

So with this piece, I am allowing you access to a clue in my mystery.

I apologize if this so happens to play with your Psyche.

 

I just made a vow —

Never let my heart think, and never let my mind feel.

 

My headaches turn to heartaches, suddenly I wont feel shit.

I close my eyes and maintain my stride.

And see, when I get to the finish line…if your there at the end.

 

Leighrick

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The Amazing Race?

You’ve been there. I’ve been there. People long to be there, but who wants to leave? People run away from love. People chase love. In essence, it’s all on the same track. Hard to tell who is sprinting and who is fleeing. They’re all chasing it without knowing who’s in front. Whose chasing who and who’s is running away?

Leighrick