Phats Love - Poison.....

poison- in the blood of a mad women
the emotions of me
contaminate the well being of me
the real me is faked upon the infuriating facts of you
this is not me
its all you/eternally lovin you
while you mentally challenge me
adapting to lively changes of morphing atmospheres
do i tend to acknowledge the complete picture?
of my life as a whole
i morph into the surroundings like the lizard wit its sticky tounge
tasting the world that engulfs me

Phats Love

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