All These Tenses, Are The Same

All These Tenses, Are The Same

                            ____Miss A

Shameless, painful, heartlessness; all the same....

Excitation, iconicity, impatience; all the same....

They said, they said it, said all the same things

How they occur, how it ignites

No wonder; all of the influence of mine

A hard, regard

A toughening part of reward

But all these tenses, all described

Are the same, are the same, so are the lies

“Cause all these tenses, all described

Are the same, are the same, burning up ties.

What, what did they say?

It comes, like bliss, on wonderful days...

Moving up, underneath;

Saliently, the creep proceeds...

And you, can’t hold up, can’t win

And you, can’t resist it, resist the will

I knew it, how they said it

These heartaches, all the same

These divinities, all the same

These words are all, are all but the same

The betrayal, the trail, the denial

These terms, are all, are all but the same

But all these tenses, all described

Are the same, are the same, so are the lies

“Cause all these tenses, all described

Are the same, are the same, burning up ties.

We grow up,

Some with righteous virtuous state

Some with toxic, toxic traits

But we love ‘em anyways

That how we undertake

Yet some things, undeniable, consider as mistakes

And they define you, in different ways

Shy, slender, strong, straight

And add to your etiquette, malignant hails

Vengeance, virulent, venomous, veil

You been hearing it all along,

Your childhood, your old age

The history and the untold

That some things, no matter what

What time and what age

Stays the same

Trust will be broken,

Patience will turn into arrogation,

Faith will bury itself

And pixie dust, doesn’t exist

For the time will test you

For keeping its art

In the making of the bodice of a soul

Will that be deadly, will that be a fool?

And how you upright yourself

Will strike this game hot, on and on

Every passerby will have to follow on

And all these tenses, contagious and kind,

All these tenses, term less but fine

Are all the same, all the same

Same as, they defined.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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