it’s only over
when you’ve given up
making the minutes count
all the love we can amount
all the great things we can see
all the great things we can be
i’ll be here tomorrow
Tag: Future
four minute mile
sweet defeat
the seals on my lips
taken the identity
we crafted in trusted hands
i release, you.
on record going the extra foot
rolling in those exclusive feats
to run empty on bare feet
running a wild rampage
a breath on weary feet
it’s okay,
to let another
finish this bloody lap
missing in a city of two hundred and forty-nine people
sobered up;
didn’t like what i saw
blood stained lips
black soles
rans wild
like a love child
with a black soul
roots
why do you like what you like
was it rooted before you knew
why do you believe everything
in that book grasp firmly in your hands
are those roots
ready to be tugged on
what is really in that food
that you love so much
are those questions
you can ask
answers you’re ready for
how do you know
what you know
finished; page two
second place isn’t losing
just a daily reminder
that you have further to go;
i see it in the mirror every morning
a glow staring back
the brown in my eyes catch fire
run it back
the night we walked away
i want it back
the defeat crawling on my skin
i’ll carry it on my back
until next time;
declaration of longevity
i called you
you answered
lets spend time
yeah maybe now,
i think i made it
ya’ll, i think i made it now
down south it’s so sweet
why yes ma i can eat
just lay back it’s my treat, girl
lets spend time
i don’t need to rhyme
to let you know
that i’m worth your time
3am trips to 7-eleven
i see in 4k
but only walk backwards
rear view mirrors for hands;
i don’t know
who i am anymore-
magnifying the past
like bugs just trying to get passed
it’s all for something
right
razzles & finger guns
i crave
your hand in mine;
the touch of your fingers
a long my throat
icy breath
raises the hairs on my arm
like soldiers going into battle
your mouth moves
my ears stopped working
last thing i remember;
finger guns
& 13 going on 30
chanting more, more, more
you laughed
only to cry yourself to sleep
the crowd roared
you gave them everything
then weeped
can’t cry wolf
and expect there to be someone
me
when the roars give out
magic shop;
disappearing is an easy trick
they never tell you that
it’s the staying,
that there is no guide for
Saint's Muse 