Oh, hey self I see you in this phone
natural light and background speaking volumes about the tone that you're trying to set. Wishing to eclipse the picture beneath and above when the person medializing socially takes their finger and rubs. But what if that wasn't the case, yourself you can't replace and the anger, self hate, sorrow, and sadness you just can't escape. You snap the pic envisioning glory from the strong chin to your widows peak but your true self isn't captured by pictures that "they" deem socially acceptable. WHO THE **** IS THEY?! Oh them... they can **** it. And make sure you twist your face up for they *** when you're of in public

I am
The yesterday, today, and tomorrow
The split second, the moment, and the memory
The Victim, the hero, and the villain

I am
The voice behind the actor
The push behind a tractor
The forgotten but always a factor
The only important subject matter

I am
The Jacket with the medals
The children of the ghetto
The courage that cries "Lets Go"
The stay strong heart that says "Hell No"

I am
The memory of yesterday
The struggle of today
The significance of tomorrow

I am a writer, and ill lend you my thoughts to borrow

She always says she needs more of me

I always say I cant get enough of her

Tangling her fingers in my hair she whispers ,”Are you staying”

I whisper back in her ear ,”Are we playing”

After a subtle chuckle she dresses her kisses across my neck like the chain I wear

She grips tight and slow moans at the thought of me crossing her border like I brought a green card

And im like ,”Put yo throat on it baby so I know you real”

She like, “Shut up daddy I hold it down now enjoy my skill”

Lights off and no wildlife but she soaring eagle

I didnt ask her any questions but her head nodding yes i know how to please you

I see im the type to understand that fair is fair, but this is no fair… Ima sore loser

So i leave from her verbatim

Legs i quickly place them… around my head

Her back against the wall as I wear her like a crown

Or rather a drinking hat the way juices flow past my tongue

Clinching convulsions got me gasping for air

Sayings of my name ricocheting off the walls

Ah yes, fair is now fair but im about to win it all…..

Draped across her heart was a velvet pain
She made a promise to me that she would never love again
She looked me in my eyes and gave me comfy rugs
But there isnt any room in house for a lie
I looked back and her and said you need a leprechaun life
To live a little is the motto
Her heart is cold as Colorado

Faded fixations of foretimes fallen
Formally frustrated from forwarded fantasies
I visualize future fortunes forged from a forgotten flutter of flukes...

Founders folley forbids foreign flourishing

You see love is alot like chicken.
Alot of people are like *** you mean love is like chicken

Well just think about it
Whats better than chicken?

It can be wanted, craved, you can be addicted to it
It can be alive, dead, raw, or cooked
It can be organic and natural, or processed and fake
You can put it with a combination of different other foods and make it better
Or you can burn it, drop it, or leave it for leftovers

So the next time you wanna compare your love to somethin just remember

Love Is A Lot Like Chicken

1 me trying something new +
1 you giving me a chance even though you didnt want to +
3 dates that brought us closer +
4 argument topics that tore us apart +
5 of our favorite positions for make up *** to bring us back together +
8 of our closest friends that keep us on our toes +
3 haters that do their job very well +
Our 2 sprits that apparently were meant to be
Gives me 27 reasons to love you more