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Click Bait.

Posted on by flamesinthesilverlining

3 A.M. November Nights.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

Hey is this thing on?

Inhale.

Im consumed with the desire of needing something to do

The true fear is a lifetime of solitude

I gave up late night texts with random dudes

As of recently females too

But I turned back to the one thing I promised Mama I wouldn’t do… again

Click. Click. Click.

I think the temperature is right

Click. 

Inhale.

Take me to new heights

Not sure what adventure I seek tonight.

Or morning.

Its 3AM and pouring.

Im saddened by the hypocrisy

In this life that belongs to me

Click. 

Inhale.

Everything, but time alone seems enticing

What would it take to get my mind right

I convinced myself this high was for organizing

I meant physically because im avoiding internal insight

Cause the things in my darkness 

Shouldn’t be brought to light.

But i aint move a thing yet.

Worried about the Good up gal and how tings set

Click. 

Inhale.

See the only deep clean i need is my thoughts

But changing my surroundings may help me focus

Born a month early of an April fool

Past october but still believing the hocus pocus

The joke is 

All this talk of self love

AND I am still running

Demons chasing 

I can see the silver lining of the gun in…..

My own hand 

Cause when i look back the only thing im running from is me.

But yall know I avoid a hoe

To me my advice is

No matter what the vice is

The virus is you.

No amount of men, money, or mary gonna change that boo.

So you can back bend,

Flip, spend

Or 

Click. 

Inhale.

Till it hurts

Or buckle down and mend

The heart you fail to acknowledge is broken.

The End

Click. 

Inhale.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

BZD

Posted on by flamesinthesilverlining

Sweet Baby Z, Delicate you were to me

Yet firm in your stance, about yourself and your beliefs

Sweet Baby Z, Drummer boy to them

Your smile resounding and lighting up rooms beyond your sound and rhythm

Sweet Baby Z, Damn our love ran deep

Daily oovoos and piano sessions

Late nights you stayed up giving me lessons

I miss those days

After school visits and Basement parties

We were more than friends

Connection beyond just doing the naughty

At least I thought so

I couldn’t fathom losing you a third time

First time you weren’t mine

Second time you weren’t you

Third time I won’t finish the line

You deserve more than 23 years

Or blurred lines

I write this as I wipe tears

Sweet Baby Z, Don’t do this to us

I don’t want to be a hypocrite because when things got worse I jumped the fence

Leaving you behind like a verb in past tenses

You may not accept this, but still I’m sorry

Don’t Pop Smoke I already know I’m not welcomed to your party

But I use to be

Now I’m waving my white flag

Please accept this truce from me

P.S. My favorite person was you too

Scattered at Night

Posted on by flamesinthesilverlining

Do you want to play a game?
Were your words when I was strapped down to the bed unable to speak.
You were close enough to touch, but for some unknown reason, my eyes couldn’t see.
Finally, someone wants me, but I don’t know who that someone could be.
You play your games late at night and it haunts me.
it pleasures me to be desired at the most undesirable hours, but
then you’re no comfort in the sunlight.
Maybe it’s because we both have secrets, secrets that can never come to light.
If they knew the real us, they’d never want us.
And that’s all we want. The comfort of being wanted is a warm blindfold.
I tangle with the devil at night and tip toe around Christ by day, but what can I say?
We all need something to believe in and who knows what the truth is?
To be honest, I’m so far from the truth my name should be a synonym for liar. I just don’t know. I’m so far withdrawn sometimes I don’t even know what the real truth is. I think it’s because I want to be wanted. I liked to feel needed, but I hate to be used. But even when I’m used my availability doesn’t waiver.
I’m lost, I’m cold and the dark is approaching, I guess I’ll see you tonight… that is if you want me.

Afternoon Delight

Posted on by flamesinthesilverlining

Can I be your sweet afternoon delight?

You don’t drink so perhaps a cold coke or sprite.

Instead of the mistress of midnight

Can I be your friend before the day ends.

OR will I remain a late night summer fling

Throughout the day we share sweet nothings

I don’t know why I always fall for this

A warm hug and a sweet kiss

This game I play I seem to be unequipt

Take the lead I’ll follow strong

Or am I missing your very words

Mistaken for kicks

The days go by as our time grows shorter

and at times I leave you unamused

Sorry,

Maybe its best this way

I know I can’t stay

Which is probably why this is how things have come to be

The lack of knowledge on this thing makes it hard for me to compete