Itching and scratching,
I crave your touch.

Minds but a jumble of thoughts,
Your soft voice calms me.

I gasp for air,
Only you would share your breath.

All food became bland,
Ever since I acquired your taste.

Overthinking,
Drenched with sweat.
Hyperventilating.
Without you,
I'm burdened with stress.

Nicotine doesn't do it for me,
Ever since I became addicted to you.

I'll rearrange the stars,
Write your name among constellations.

I'll govern you a galaxy,
Colours beyond any spectrum.

I'll set off dying stars like fireworks,
Your eyes shine brighter than any nebula.

I'll smith you a corona,
A crown fit for you alone.

I'll chip away at the moon,
Until the shape resembles your smile.

To me,
You're more beautiful than space.

So let me make space,
Beautifully you.

-Tré

Not an artist in the slightest,
But I'll pick up my brush.

Every bristle perfectly dipped,
Strokes ever gentle and patient.

My wrist flicks in a perfect rhythm,
Seamlessly blending your colour.

For you,
I do the impossible.

I'll paint the sky golden,
Because you deserve anything other than ordinary.


- Tré

Im done im done
I give up. No more
You didn't care
No love just war

It was a game
I kept no score
It's all offense
No love just war

I am blind
Where is the door?
Led astray
No love just war

You picked fights
You have no core
Just dead inside
No love just war

I've moved on
I flew, I soar
Ive find myself
All love no war

It’s rained.
Crawdads swept up on the street.
I chase them down with small bare-feet.
Across the street, there rises steam.
The neighbor makes hot oysters sing.
Carolina, is still that child—
She’s in my heart, she’s roaming free.
No need to brush your hair, little Bee.
I like it stringy.
I like black feet.
The story here is one of Me.
It’s where I copped the name “Beezee”
Where I road bikes and scraped my knees.
I ducked and dived and climbed up trees.
It’s forever and a day so sweet.
Nostalgia is my favorite street.