/Hello doll, yeah you of the porcelain ilk/ The silver
tongued fox supporting my ills/Ignoring the stills, frames of fright and
flight/As I ignite my plight, another passage of rite/ The song I crow, another
row of oats/ I’ve sewn and must forcibly chew, ignoring that you/ Must endure,
but selfishly I skew/ My view to find my self once anew/And again without
end/To no measure to your displeasure/ As you search for some way to tether/
Our emotions just a tad bit closer/ Put your head down and continue to soldier/Like
I’m your cross to bare/ ‘Till I’m back sauced up and bare/ You tear up, at a
loss to share/ Hold me, as if to exhaust my fear/ So I walk to the sink for a
splash of reality/ Words ringing true, forgettable a formality/
/Ask for assurance, I bring disturbance/ Seems that it’s
worthless, not worth the purchase/ Emotions converging, lookin for service/ I’m
barred up again, so the pot you are stirring/ I explained the baggage, then you
claimed without asking/ Prone to relapsing, I told you it’s tasking/ Out of
control, lacking the traction/ You smiled as if that was the attraction/ Now
you proclaim your strength I am sappin/ Once my guard, now left me open to
tackling/ Weary of all the love that I ration/ Fearing, the trap door is
collapsing/Told me it’s now or never for action/ I laugh and lay prone,
whatever, your yappin/ Say that mechanism is sad and I’m passive/ Tried callin
bluff, now my chips she will cash in/
/ I’m picking thru verses, she’s steadily cursing/ Finds my
bottle after an of hour searching/ Says if this works, then where’s focus on
me/ As I study sixteens, I’m hopin she leaves/ Says I never sleep, so how can I
dream/ Clouded my means and shrouded my schemes/ Can’t vocalize love, so I
express it through ink/ Poems in patois that I’m hoping’ll sink/ Into her
conscious, reassure her the promise/ Of commitment made that I intended as
honest/ It’s not the drugs, it’s shield I clutch/ That keeps her at bay, and
holds me up like a crutch/ Locked in the bathroom, reciting a prayer/ She
learned as a child, to keep away all her fear/ Recall a song she wrote, a few
weeks back/ Somber the tone, sent a chill up my back, it said/
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