Poetry · Writing

World Tour

You can be the bass in our band

feel it high in our hands

woah girl

I only met you a week ago

but your coming to my sisters wedding

feeding nights under the tele

raves chilling to Fetty

and will tour the world.

Round trip ticket around the world

keep you real close- keep you curled

and will cure the world

with strings and a single mic

I was such a young tike

throwing underhand strikes

and this was my dream

and I’m sharing this with you

like you drew

a map and we filled it out-

true enough for the road

true enough for the world.

 

 

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