If this pain doesn't lead me to write then I will never write a sad poem( SING A SAD SONG)
I feel a heavy hand drugging my pulse down
Now my legs are doing the hearts work so I keep moving
At this pace I will never make it to happy ever after
And seems the sun hates me too it's scorching my throat
My words are dry and burnt, what you are hearing (reading) now, is ashes
Ashes of what was a huge fire in cupids presences
Ashes of what was supposed to be a love story told with smiles and laughter.
I fell in love with a con
Her maze was a work or art
Her artistry was immpecable
Her crooked strokes tainted my back.
She had her home my heart
Well vested, she used my blood to paint
All her works had me in a bottom right corner
Her signature Incase you see her works
Cause apparently I am a work of art.
You know how your heart tends to skip a beat,
Those followed her rhythmic flow
The cadence in her wrap
Made me dance to her words in ties
Let alone sing along like I wrote the notes
Now am a torn tailor sawing a black suit.
Once upon a time, there was a side *****,
Said bro was her past but the present never agreed to it
Like valuable trash he was ever present
Catering to all the Mrs' needs
In a time before now even gave the Mrs' misses
And there I was, standing like an English guard
The light flashing before my eyes was not visible.
I was the present properly wrapped
But in a weeks past he was hitting it
Yet I was the only one getting some
I was the best present in wraps
In her time every night am present in her DM's
In that time she's at his crib servicing the bed
And am there present in wraps
I don't know about her god
Cause while I was preserving for him
Bro was getting from him
It felt like I was on a seesaw, alone.
So yeah, once upon a time I was her, side *****
Except my artistry couldn't hold a candle to hers
For she was a living light, right?
My few errors almost ripped off the roofing
My little error almost ended us
But trust me there is no use of light
Without darkness, I was walking in it
So that I can see light and me (neo)
Appreciate my sight and light
In the chase for perfection I did my bidding
Got the tender but the project was never a success
Cause I was the side *****.
So who really was the main man?
I who knew about a present ***** as past
Or he who never knew about a past ***** present
I don't know, all I know is we were both present
And there was a side ***** past or present
I am not a psychic, past was present the future is unclear
She never knew truth,
Except when she says, everything will be alright
Cause I had presents for that truth in my mind
If this pain doesn't lead me to light I will never get home
Eccentric.