I didn't think twice
for which I paid the price
Aiming for new heights
I now select my fights

gone are those summer days
when blood rushed like wine
our skin turned brown
'coz the sun never went down
but now it feels like
we're stuck in winter
didn't even know who
changed the picture
the sky turned grey
and the cold has crept in

"You are beautiful", says the mirror.
My mind sneers, "Here's another liar."

I don’t want to live with regrets
They’ll bury me before I’m dead
But sure, I’ll take some secrets
Where I’ll be finally laid to rest

you breathe in tender dragon smoke–
under the sheets; I’m made of alchemy.
some summer second skin clothes.

drinking me in a 200 milligram dose,
a sweet taste in my mouth that forms a cavity
as you breathe in tender, dragon smoke.

jokingly, you laugh and it rolls into “I’m off the coke.”
it hurts, but I guess that now it’s your mortality.  
some summer. second skin clothes

that remind me I’m in bed and alone.
forget it all, radical acceptance, comfort insecurity.
you breathe. in tender dragon smoke.

you tell me that you think I’ve grown.
I smile secretly, my blood is gold. is reality –
some summer, second skin clothes?

feels closer, even though we’re on the phone.
to you I hope this is a keychain of me,
some summer second skin clothes.
you breathe in a tender dragon smoke.

You said you were the blunt,
smoking others like
                              they smoke,
  But you never inhaled back.

All smoke and now
                                 blunt rhymes.

You all gesture, hanging out with
your boys always behind
                       never up front.  
                    

Missing in the pictures, short ****
                              behind the trees.  

I'll exhale in your face choking you
out on reality that your lost in the
                                                smoke.

No one will ever be above you,
as your always looked down upon.
     Short **** blunt rhymed hack.

lets be blunt, not the smog,  but the facts.
                       that I'll alway smoke you...

Ignore his ****
See how quick
he finds another chick
for a better lick
******* *****
thinks he’s slick

Call me a *****
‘coz I’m about to switch
Better, call me a witch
‘coz I’m about to bewitch
Fin, Harry or Mitch
No matter which
I have this itch
I gotta ditch