We are who we are depending on the situations we are in.
We should never be labeled as something.

That is all.

Time isn't real, time doesn't last
Time can bring the future, time leaves the past
Time don't have numbers, time doesn't tic toc
Time can surpass the struggle, time to get a new wrist watch.
Time is meaningless
Time is everything
Time to end this debate
I have no time to wait:

Tunnel vision to the door, like a funnel for precision.
Just a mission, no decision.
More like a slide than a hallway.
More like hive than a hiding place.
Till I realized the door is locked.

Sititin all alone in my living room, why does it feel the exact opposite? Full room people talkin ****, in a dead room and a blunt that's lit.
Still wondering why you left me?
Why did my soul leave when I was 9 years old?
I guess my heart been cold, you tried to warm it up but the engine's old.

She tried to put me in the friendzone, so I hit up her bestfriend.
Foreplayin in my living room, babygirl why pretend?
Those lips got me aching, that kiss taste so sweet.
And this blunt that were facing, has us ripping off all the bed sheets.
Lemme tell you baby girlllll
Soft kisses, toes curled.
You want to be my world.
And still, you tripping over all one tweet ?

I know you are scared...
You should ask us if we scared too.
I know you are scared
Me too...
I hate the sound of fireworks.
Reminds me all the gun shots near the pier.
She brought a 6 pack of beer to remind me that life ain't fair.
Life was a dream at one point, then I was rick rolled.
Trolled.
By all these producers and all these fake agents.
Wishing to myself hoping that I made it.
Heavily degraded.
Two adjectives to smush in like our lips.
Please lord give me one more wish.

Temptation rising to the highest level.
We were in high school, but all my friends went to school high.
Joey was a bad ***, so that caught ur attention.
So I started skipping practice, missing classes and never showed up for detention.
I had to act like a pro, pulling you closer, kissing you slower, making you fall for it all.
She asked if I ever had *** before.
Of course I acted cool and said yeah.
So she thought I was a pro, but I kept it smooth.
The coast was clear.
I walked you home after school and I was supposed to be at football practice.
Kissing the whole way, touching each other at the back paths... Making the walk longer to foreplay.
Once we arrived to your house, nobody was home.
Your moms car was still there, but there was a note in the kitchen saying that they were gone.
We rushed into it, but I kept my cool.
Acting like I've done this before.
She told me to take it easy, because it was her first time too.

You don't hate Mondays ...

You hate your life... Leave Mondays out of this.

Nobody should hate a day.


This is a gift.


You are a blessing.

This is not a poem.

YOU

ARE

A

SOUL

WITH

A

BODY....



Not a body with a soul.

The blanket we were using had stars on it, while we were lost in the sky.
Made us feel like we were floating in abyss.
We were so distant from the world, but we were so connected as one.
Vibrant wires, electric relaxation.
Passionate, connected lips for conformation.
It felt real.
Even though we both don't know what that word really means.
Kind of like how we don't know what the world really means.
But at that moment, everything make sense.
At that moment was a glimpse of heaven.
Our eyes open and we came back to life.
Which I guess we call reality.
So I guess that "Real" was futile.
So I guess that all of this is futile.
Should we appreciate that nothingness?
Or hate the fact that there is something real out there?