You asked what you mean to me:
I stopped and laughed like a joke
only because I knew you wanted the truth.
It’s like this- I wouldn’t trade you for anything,
million dollars, pass on it-
fame and success, move on it-
the afternoon on a park bench waiting for Raisin to stop bullying the birds,
that’s where I’ll
be.
It’s not simple like a rhyme
or catchy like a tune
because tomorrow you’ll mean more
and the sun will be gone
off to see Mars and it’ll be just you
and me.
What do you mean to me?
The cop to a robber
to lock me down to Earth
so I won’t miss a single sun set
placed bet
listening to Keith Sweat
in a jail cell for two
Blue Moons and-
I keep getting distracted into your eyes.
They remind me of the moon
and I’m the tides.
Wow
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