being honest
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He meant to marry honesty
But cowardness has blessed his lips
He meant to call bravery
But regrets and mistakes
Were always on his tail
He so much loved kindness
But there goes fear
I trip up when I see that people are disengaging
I get bored easily especially when the text convos get dry
I fear what will become of me.
My unstable hands hold something small with large meaning.
Pride, my shameless friend.
I fear what will become of me.
My unstable heart drags down as my feet drag forward.
I find myself telling all my business on the internet
but only if you can't hear me.
I can't know if you've seen this
and I hope like hell you won't realize who it's about.
