they said i’d remember it
for the rest of my life
the first time would be so sweet
nothing would ever replace it
like a mother’s love;
just not how i remember it,
knives in my back,
i’ll remember that
Tag: Symbols
made-up king
walkin’ round like your
a king;
a king
you are a fucking king
i remember when
you first found that crown
wearing it around
like a fearless toddler;
i don’t know where that went-
i found the crown
i don’t know where you went
the best on your journey
maybe will meet up again soon.
gateway drug
i remember your first tantrum
kicking and screaming
it was just broccoli
you’d resist
but
i think you knew
there was worst in store
butterfly stroke
i feel you like water between my fingers
swimming inside you
breath being held for hours
this is my comfort place
stroke in motion
pool of clear water
in the backyard
you are home.
winnie; mad man
you taste like honey
in my memories you taste like honey
honey trust me i’ll be your pot
keep you safe
in all of our haste
everything we have faced
never stopped to put them in their place
it was all not a waste
attached at the waist
at your side i could never be erased
tell them all that i am that man
a lover a single dedicated brand
crowd pleaser one you always have to stan
i’ve been that man
this is the ground plan
i gave up being that madman
mindin’ my own business
stressin’ over pennies
still in our twenties
problems i got many
i’m with you he got jenny
we came through i got plenty
yup
ring on my piece
everybody wanna lease
never settlin’ for peace
hidin’ in the crease
still losing to the police
white picket castle; pitchfork mob
i don’t believe you
like i used to
words fall from heavy tongue
braiding my hair with twisted fingers
not like how you used to
memory of our night
carries me like a knight
off to the kingdom
sleeping
without a thought
of the fire outside
minutes
time
no no
the very second
i didn’t want to miss it
but it’s out of my control;
take what is given
accept that we are livin’
the ones that are driven
make the most of these hands
one at a time
if you ask me, i’m ready
for the one in the back
that never got their chance;
keep fighting,
the front is a mosh pit;
dirty, violent and savagery
your kind heart wasn’t meant for this world
waiting for your wings to grow
an angel watching us from above
hidden quiz; makeup. on.
sometimes, this is difficult
to beg for answers
everthing is truly a test
but this should have been open book
games being played
answers written on your hand
and i can’t even see the scantron;
laid it down
you, the one in the gown
pride of the hometown
strutting, wearin’ that crown
not ready for that showdown
but this is that countdown
wear it on my chest, i’m that proper noun
but i’m the one that looks like a fucking clown.
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