Tip-see...
Tip-see...
Mixed emotions go down like the finest of drinks
Beyond the burn, it begins to turn how one thinks
Slightly sideways, I let loose my darkest days
Sipping slowly from the free from ambition & emotions past
I hold close that feeling, making sure it'll last
Sudden gulps clear the way for words held back for moments too strong
With each glass cleared, I chuckle at what was once fears as it's told as it should have been all along
Still, the mix makes motions unsteady & unfiltered as I follow the unclear path
Nothing truly adding up till after its conclusion, it's hard to assume the math
It's all words in the wrong order needed
What's left is half expectations, & small surprises funnily pleaded
It's a mixed bag with a tear in the bottom dropping everything into sight
It's not wrong how it comes up, it's jus not exactly right
So be it...
Even a bad habit, I'll happily refuse to quit... =D
---Thanks for reading---
---Always---