You can have the world in the palm of your hands and still may drop it
Your heart just might beat real fast
That text might stop it
Compliments just might fill up ya head
That man gon pop it
It don’t matter just honest ya are
Your phone ? You gon lock it
Been in bed for a while done a lot of cryin
In my head for while think I’m kinda dyin
In the world, yeah I smile
Think I’m tired of tryin
Yeah I talk, yeah I laugh
Lots of internal sighin
I’m sick of it, it’s bullshit man
The next time your heart beats
I hope it breaks your chest
I hope I’m looking in your eyes
During your last breath
I hope that when I walk away
You have nothing else left
So yes, you could say
I want revenge, I guess.
Sunsets look better
With you and I together
I’m sad the sun set on you
You were my best friend
I love you
Until we watch the sun set again
This poem is a tribute to Champaign R. E. V. 5.6.92 to 5.28.21
If you were free
Would you still choose me ?
If you were taken
Would you use and abuse me ?
Would you tell me I’m beautiful
And special. Just to confuse me ?
Come on, you can tell me
Amuse me.
I already know that you take vows loosely
I know you’re lying
And that you do so profusely.
Lie to me.
Ride for me.
Die for me.
Sweet nothings feel so good.
Why won’t you live for me ?
Give to me ?
What more do I have to do ?
I’m tired of begging for love from you.
Chest pains
Exacerbated by the dagger
You stuck in my heart
We made love
We made art
We painted pretty pictures
Of a life we’d soon start
But it all was a farce
