By online acquaintance we met Talked for a month or so Now for consummation We concluded a date and a place Where the two of us could really see each other A bright Sunday morning dawned So the two of us could walk hand in hand Each of us arrived, maybe two minutes apart one another We were both surprised and amused How truthful our conversations morphed into being And we sat their quietly each to our own devices So we may recognize how truly wonderful life is For each one of us had slowly being withering until this moment Then we got up, together ———————————————
A bus barges in suddenly Out comes few bandits Masks full of black My girl and I We were dragged in As it turns out My girl had a boyfriend Looks like a series-A **** And he wants me to rob a bank And eventually land in jail By now I prayed Maybe someone saw us And that folks at home could enjoy a hot pursuit As they took more corners More driving More hitting More screaming Hope faded away And I was Dropped off And handed a gun I should have pulled the trigger right then and there But what if the girl took his side, maybe she has a son I would definitely land in jail for ****** So, I did nothing And made my way towards the bank Various feelings comes rushing in Because it hit me like that He is gonna **** her if I am no longer a free man.. So much for my hopes With the girl in darkness
he's black, white, and read all over by acquaintances in his circumference of people. but no one asks, no one takes the time, to inquire behind the gray mix of his black and white appearance. perhaps he's a light blue, or a pretty yellow that mistakenly ran into some gray along the way, but no one knows because they'd rather spend their sunday morning judging a black story on a white page than exploring the vast depth of an intricate person.
catching a being(a person more or less) caught in the in between pushed to the unknown will devour every devious, dashing, *****, damaged, derogatory thought in your mind but then in the end you're nothing more than casual closet acquaintances and you've come to realize they never really tasted it at all just fed it to the dog and you laugh to yourself you're going to catch one again but fishing isn't that fun after the eighteenth time with nothing to show for it but another drink but as they say, Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.