NTZ's blog: "A Return Of Thought"

My mornings bare moon lit skies before my eyes. Happy but not satisfied, slowly recognized. Pussy never the prize but look at I. Cold hearted life have me running between those thighs. Friends give rolling eyes with sighs, why do i become this guy? Finger dipping in apple pies. Sips of spoils on the side. Step in shit, swatting flies. Broken hearts, driven blind. Wondering, why no one running up to stand by my side? Not your type. Pure truth, less lie. Maybe thought uninformed, compromised. Televised by looks given while passing by. Girlfriend doubtful, fuck even thinking wife. Cupid commited suicide. Shots in the dark, worth a try? Raise your hand if you like to become my. Right! Not even fingertips before my sight, emotions to fight. Fall from those heights. You question me with a why? Bitch please. I dont even smoke and you killed my high. The best available but you're not feeling that vibe. So what's the 4-1-1, hit me with that Blige. No reason to wave if you're the lowest point of the tide. Here i thought, meeting of the minds. This is me meeting up with mine. Blow kisses as i walk away, let it his this behind. You're not doing even better, no longer gonna waste my time. Simpletons, gather more than what's on the outside. Goodnight sunlight.