Blueberry Bust

Another date, crazy the lengths, we’ll go through just get to say we did anything great. The lies we tell, traceks to all kinds of hell.

Getting into a street fight with someone who knows the code. Baited by the harsher, craftiest fishermen. Going to Vegas with snake eyes everytime ….

Still we say this time, vindication comes our way. Shutting up critics, sending their broken hearts through the ringer.  Instead the reverse uno is played again. Feeling like a scolded child with no positives to this hit of blueberry bust.

Makes me want some pie, decadent and lush. Going for all the kisses, Hershey and otherwise. All the nuts in the middle. And the nuts out here, all of us Harvey’s out here trynna blend and make our marks. Filling voids as damaged, misfit toys. Wanting to glide across the English channel but cannot swim. Speak for thr disenfranchised…..without making them look weak, while we ourselves squeak when we speak.. playing chess but in checkmate after 3 moves. Clumsy souls, brutal mind control. Gotta keep going because quitting is even a worse form of self abuse.

Still we say this time, vindication comes our way. Shutting up critics, sending their broken hearts through the ringer.  Instead the reverse uno is played again. Feeling like a scolded child with no positives to this hit of blueberry bust…I want more of that crust….a touch of magical clarity and feeling top shelf and on point. But the bumbles and fumbles are the reality now. Sorry for such foolish ways…and stupid sayings. Sorry it st this point has to be this way. Blueberry blossoms to bust.  .the Ls we gotta take…..too many calories on this plate..