S.i.S.syyyyy

Suffering in Silence listening to music. A choice made with a twisting emotion destined to regurgitate what one may think is right and settle for what is wrong because the pleasure of wrong is instant gratification. Sitting its Struggles within me learning to bare with it as opposed to just getting rid of it or ignoring it. Smiling is Slyly deceiving because when you smile no one suspects pain. Pain is seen as weakness and I have no time for it to be a public announcement. Life right now is gladly only a choice between single and looking versus involved and dissatisfied. But that weak heffa inside of me sings every Gawd-damned night "Anytime you need a lover call on me..." Surely it Shows whenever I am caught off guard but I don't care. Eventually suffering will be forgotten, I'll be sitting in peace once more similar to how I felt when I met you, and my smile will be a constant flirtation with Life. And the song, the song will simply belong to someone else.