You say I'm poetry,
Too weaved, too complex at time you get confused.
But what if I'm just an object of emotional overflow, you realize?
A dry leaf flooded away anytime?
Am worried without hesitation you'd leave me behind,
And give my life a shatter nothing can repair.
And you believe I'm exotic,
Unique, bold, one fine heart worth a hold,
How if I train to be so all the time, you learn?
Dive extra miles eyes on the prize I'll get?
Fill pockets yo kind of surprises so the ambition won't dent?
I fear I'd remain what you won't carry around,
And give my soul a rip I can never mend.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 1:42 AM UTC
You say I'm poetry,
Too weaved, too complex at time you get confused.
But what if I'm just an object of emotional overflow, you realize?
A dry leaf flooded away anytime?
Am worried without hesitation you'd leave me behind,
And give my life a shatter nothing can repair.
And you believe I'm exotic,
Unique, bold, one fine heart worth a hold,
How if I train to be so all the time, you learn?
Dive extra miles eyes on the prize I'll get?
Fill pockets yo kind of surprises so the ambition won't dent?
I fear I'd remain what you won't carry around,
And give my soul a rip I can never mend.
