The new.g

There were days when words poured out

of the head trying to listen and learn
 

They entered into the drawer of questions and there something was not exempt

Time does its work

So the answers converge
 

All the bullshit are discovered

Fuck it

There used to be love

Or so

It would seem

Words meant

Shut down

Acts intended to be

I do

You talk

between the lines

Dictated to other females

Be in front of you

Something that will never happen

You will not be able to win

Be worthy of

Enjoy the good

Of how it should be

You?

Me?

Bullshit

Bang...Bang...you 

Bay...bay