There's lines of poemcaine
Being snorted right now.
"Get it off the streets" said a crowd
"Can I get some Slam" said A Pal
I have to go to rehab, my foul friends
Are rhyming to the next life.
One love darling please pass me
-My limmericks knife-
Take the edge off, write a poem there will be no more strife.
"Try this stuff it will be alright"
One attempt of a strain that I call "lone"
Had me hooked.
It was the end of the old me but I got
Many lines in draft. Stay tuned for that.

I hold these truths to be self evident
I love she who is always prevalently in my life
She's in my thoughts all over my mind
Widespread wild shrunk into one cranium.
This is why I can't contain any of them.
I'm addicted to you, fren.
I can't tell you I love you, but I did just then
9 hours 4 minutes and 30 seconds. When.
Time flies when the feelings are reckless.
My minds straight but my heart feels hectic
In love like never before what the heck man.
It's perfect it's a symphony neglected
We hear the music but keep it on the low
but the instruments remain respected.
I feel higher than ever in the passenger seat,
listening to ABBA or other more obscure beats.
Going to burger king where we dipped both our feets
in the idea of love, where you first kissed me.
Then our chicken nuggets, so saucy. bb.
After hanging by the streams my brain was fried-
my thoughts flossing
Felt safe because I remember that you never lost me.

Let's start a conversation
About our past first
Then our current situation
Make haste be fast
I can't hold this face for long
The last time I did
You were already gone
I wanna talk, i promise i won't flirt
We can talk about you
Is that a new skirt?
Your hairs tucked nice
Can I buy you a purse?
I lied about my feelings
I still love you but you shouldn't see me.
I wanna talk but my deep stuff comes out too freely

Id prefer you stay lonely.
After I leave, don't have company.
Sit as one in regret, rueing my existence.
I'll never come back; you have my word.
And yet your love persists.
Always wondering what could've been.
But ignoring what was there
It was malignant.
I never felt less happy but I could never tell you
Because we're still alike, I feel you.