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Adrian Brown
Poems
Oct 2020
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I show no remorse for my labor and strife
Tangled with the weak women that I meet in my life
I’m so meek, and she knows that I need to be liked
She knows I need so much attention and I need to be right
But my souls soft asleep, I fell in love overnight
And your soul is so bright and why do we always fight
Sometimes I wish your face
Had more wrinkles and lines
I’ll see your exes and lies
Plus I’ll see regrets exponential in time
And I don’t like labels but egotistical’s fine
And you describe youth aas insecurity's time
You ask about me and you know I got nein
The truth never lies, and man I'm selfish alright
Crawling up my sheets like you're my feline
But I feel empty inside and I’ll repeat it infinite times
And I love you so
But really dearly though
Just strangle my heart and throw me deep into your woe
I’ll put you in a bed to hear the depth of your throes
My heart is so soft you can see right through me
You seem off, but faults seem an impossibility
Cause my juvénilité
Rightly, like the old man on the train said (a petit catastrophe)
But settle me down because my ego’s flaring
I’m so juvenile, all these girls are glaring
While all the women aren’t caring
Look through my mirror and see vulnerability staring
*** used to be different
Intimacy used to be different
Before it was all the same thing
And now I’m just riding on what it once was
With these two separate constructs
I’m elated and awestruck
Invisible as sawdust
And I won’t stick around if my heart tells me so
Cause it’s a hand in a hand
Or just a head on a shoulder
And I feel immune to a fantasy
And **** poems when they mean nothing to me
And **** living when it means nothing to me
I don’t **** with gratitude when I can barely be
And don’t **** with my attitude when it’s far from where it’s set out to be
But **** me
And love me
Remember me and my treachery
Cause I love me, and when summers sweet
I fall, cause I get weak from all my running feet
**
You’re all that I ever wanna be
Nothing more than a petit catastrophe
So please bless me, my chéri
Written by
Adrian Brown
22/M
(22/M)
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