True Romance
Cutlivati's Falling Pieces
A reason to give
my life a way to thrive
because my mind is still intact
​fragile
as the bone of a newborn has been a subject as my thoughts control
​what the way is
Thought of reasons and as an outbursts transacts the idea it knows what I am thinking.
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As I write my thoughts, I speak in my mind, and you know exactly what I am going to say.
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What I am thinking? It's so loud!
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As silent as my thoughts, you are still there. In my head as you whisper calmly because I sit.
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It makes me think, it wants me to think, that I'm controlled. It knows my every move. Understanding that I live ​for me and myself.
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It knows me, so well as if, he knew me.
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He learns. Are you my father, my mother, sister, my brother?
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Such facts that have stated a given still im boggled.
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The touch aims to continue for all right. Right.
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Clearly left a long time ago.
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Is there something wrong? This is happening!
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I continue to write this and ​I will continue to understand each thought​ that cant stop thinking was that I want to continue.
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Even, if I do it on my own he lingers. Speaks my very thought.
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Alone, has been given a new idea.
