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Dec 2019
Illegally impaired, I legally had tasted the despair of being there, it's fair, I was better than that but didn't care, so why should my well being just dare, to use something carelessly abused, I'll save you the time, stay out of my shoes, until I find I can't live without you, of course apologize, cause I should never doubt you, I'm in no place to judge but I feel I'm facing judgment, cause I don't check that *** when you pass doing nothing, you're lucky that you're not my kid, I don't know what your people did, but I got a bid to put my foot in, I couldn't-stand to see me in you, so it's one on one, come on, me and you, the tools for a healthy deul fools likely a psyche that's highly superficial, exceptions to the rule, I know, black on black crime official and I wish it was a simple way to put it, but I know I couldn't.. I can't tell you bout it, instead I'd rather show you, feels like I'm getting under your skin, I told you.. I feel I'm holding my grudge back, I'm better testifying difficult and exercising principles that clarify the clarity no man can guarantee, cause it was fair to me.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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