The house alarm threw a fit,
Loud sound night red upset! If
she hadn't made it home after I glitched,
the alarm would still breath wail live.
But she pressed numerous soft keys,
like seven red green backspace deletes.
I couldn't remember the code,
I hug you, you scold,
you get down and say cold,
Listen Good Cole;
This is mine, not your home.

Here goes draft twenty-four,
Should I rhyme somemore?
C an I c a use Rouge words to reset?
Look I'm a youth barely twenty-two,
I'm tired of the same **** things.
I just scribbled sideways,
I can't fix the problem on time,
I'll be back tomorrow,
To take down twenty-five.

Hearn's is a story of a flat bird,
He couldn't catch the early worm,
Dollar too late mixing wrist with shanks.
Here lies Hearn: Goliath midage Peter Pan,
He flew too high and never land.
Hearn writes little words like their his words,
Cole is a mess making a mess outliving the rest,
Hearn holds a gun to his head a pen to his chest.

caramelize cola eyes
eleven words cannot describe
what I lost lastnight.

It's been a nice life coming along,
I use to live wistfully without list,
But life is kind enough to barter
As long as the future insist.
There'll be a nice life coming,
I use to resist the idea of heaven skylines,
I imagine the Son is a God within us,
Upperlands expunged of human pride,
Only I and thee angel folk glee on high
Would be my idea of grandeur paradise.

I cannot be gay, say  
I cannot be gay, just say
I cannot be gay, gays
Think I'm pretty ugly oddly.
No guy crush can change my mind,
Say this outloud over one thousand times.
Given his kiss didn't beg for it,
That kind of affection could confuse a Pope or priest;
Could make any insecure boy think into it too deep.