By Arcassin Burnham


sometimes you mite think it mite be
too late,
If she calls him on her phone,
Her discussion is better,
And if shes loving what he says,
Her guilty pleasure is better,
But you just gotta be better,
Better,
Loving all the underwear in ur closet,
Hoping that the runs you take
leads no exhaustion,
Making love in a car,
mite just be too mainstream,
better realize who you are,
maybe better if you flee the scene.