Vee like a vendetta you shoot through hearts like a pistol barretta …mindful not of the ones that breathe for you, hopelessly lost in the dreams they wished for you, so adorable it’s criminal,to think that a man’s crime is ask for a chance to see you, cynical, begging and pleading for a soothe to this torture, searching for a love rekindled by most as lust.
Lust isn’t evil if placed beside desire but one pledges it’s name higher , take out the fire sometimes it does little to interest me, I pray for a day understanding is taught in a university, so I say love is a crime when all else is against it, when did the world that we live in lose proper hold of the mallet of law that ought to make all things balanced? When did it become that running a race against time was hoping to set a record? How could religion,tribe and hunger force us to segregate the same ones we would normally call brother? Why do I bother ?why do I care? Living in a shrinking box it’s bound to get tighter in here. I pray that you love as you live as you live as you’ve loved , so what if I wandered for meaning ? Me and you are just part of a meaning but if we can’t understand ourselves then we should start from the beginning, trying to remember a thought but it’s not what it’s seeming ,unhappiness is born out of not knowing a suitable reason. So when I say I love you be sure it’s coming from my depths. Vee like a word yet not existing yet persistent in my mind like an untamed idea. Turn to the chapter where your story makes even you smile.
The Fizzy Speaks 