Grown Man Cry

Be the pillar is so long desired.
when she calls make me to my desires, its been awhile
since i had a conversation with my papers. I can say say i lost all connection with the world
abandoned communication using words, its bound to happen when you open up your rib
leaving your heart open for a rip, the eye shall ever justify with a weep. its the sole reactor of real pain.
skies opened in glitters for those who gained in love. I found myself intoxicated, battling my inner self not to get extinct. Milky African winds, blow me my love.