Loyalty

In t he eyes of the real;

A ship sails to unveil, the truth of it's roots, for the need to it be, matched up to something along the lines of Royalty.

Keyword; Ship.

My lip often holds back the "were" I often rephrase as a "slur" when I choose to get intoxicated, off of emotion, to look like a "sir", only to be laughed at; Because "I Feel", "like a her".

No hate, no bias.

But why does the surface of most men, choose to de-fend, their soft serve trend that relies on the ex-tend of their female counterpart?

Real funny guys, I fell in love. That happens, and it does something to us all.

Either by choosing to fall or to stay stuck in a stall, hoping over the anticipation of reality.

But by the way, the cookie crumbles, and through my own personal fumbles, my definite point was that I chose my own formality.

I had to admit, I did not fully know what I was doing. I mean, who really does when it is their first time?

Yet, If knew what loyalty was and kept that in the back of my mind, should I feel hurt for the shade on my shine, while someone side-stepped to put heavy work on my grind?

I digress;

How is anyone on your side if the speed is not matching your stride?

My truth? Loyalty was not found in the ones I held intimate or the friends I crowned.

But to the one, I forgave without a sound, that didn't feel bad, or frowned or cried from the ache the world gave through hate, as extra weight that held me down.

Because there was strength found in the struggle once I decided to step up off the ground.

The Process was where it was found.

True to the sound of the Loyal Royal.