Sleepless Spring Scrib'd

Of all the things that makes you weak, it's the absence of another being, speak.. I've got a secret that's more often than not, of the least.. A problem filled with wrought so reek, only written expressions have their fulfillments peaked.. With every breath I take and exhale with the breeze, the thought of a hug can make me quell and freeze.. When no one is listening, don't care just whispering, jabs I can take, it's the lies in they eyes straight glistening.. I can see through the bullshit like many others, wrapped in the same ole fools pit.. Take cover, I don't hide my emotions, rather I take dive into a full grip.. Cuz I don't ever side over nuisance...