"lauryn" poems
Late night dedications from you to me.
Writing you letters to see if you are holding it down for me.
Collect calls from me to you and some steamy conversation...
when your family inquires about my whereabouts....you say I'm on vacation.
Your image in my head is what makes each day easier to bare.
I'm writing and doing this time instead of stressing and pulling out my hair.
It's been said that you do the time and don't let the time do you.
I don't want to see the white jackets and be 302'd.
Listening to the radio as the love songs play.....
Daydreaming as I glance at the pictures of us together on Unity day.
The reason I love you is not hard to see or maybe it's just me.
My emotions run wild whenever you're next to me.
Expressing to you my visions and dreams while I'm incarcerated.
Promises that when I get out ....our lives won't be complicated.
My thoughts become hot air balloons and the English language becomes foreign.
A refugee in my own land except my name's not Lauryn.
Wishing I could hold you and fall into a deep sleep.
Time would stand still and nightmares would never creep.
Our love is like a mountain that has no peaks.
I'm missing you like crazy as I'm counting down the weeks.
I'm holding you hostage. You're a prisoner without the cuffs.
You're saving yourself for me, but it's evident I'll never be worthy enough even if I was free.
The money was my idol and it came so fast.....
Partying my life away and having a blast.
I never thought about how long the money and fun would last.
My rise and fall like a pool that's been deflated.
My capture and imprisonment greatly exaggerated and celebrated.
The families that I've hurt......by them I'm hated.
I've destroyed my neighborhood. That's what many have stated.
All this is true .....so I'm setting you free.
Consider this the last correspondence you'll ever receive from me.
Please accept this heartfelt apology. My love I am so....so sorry.
My love has revolved around you. My every waking thought has been about you.
Now you are telling me that you're setting me free.....
Whoa! wait a minute......How could this be?
Since we were little kids it's been me and you.
You were the paper and I was the glue.
My people said that you were not good enough for me, but I was still stuck on you.
This really hurts my heart as I read the words you've penned.
I realized not so long ago that this relationship must come to an end.
The transition will be difficult and it will take time for my heart to mend.
As I listen to the lockdown love dedications again and again.....
I'll have vivid memories of how this relationship began it end.
4ever in my heart
Lockdown Love
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 4:36 PM UTC
I imagine the angelic way you move like the earth is your runway
Seeing your pretty eyes hidden behind eyelashes that resemble silk
I ponder your frame
Your silhouette is a stencil for a goddess
No one’s perfect
But your my perfection
I think about how I would grace your lips with discretion
Gently placing mine on yours and floating to a ****** purgatory
Where we just leave the wrongs and the rights of the world
Then I imagine the lips between your thighs puckered up with the elegance of a freshly blossomed May flower
I think about you so much my thoughts don’t know any other thoughts
Ideas of how I can be yours
Plans on how I can make you my forever
Well forever doesn’t last
So, lets be together until we both cease to be
I just would love to hear the words of you
You speak and I hear Maya Angelou
You speak and I hear Erykah Badu
You speak and I hear Lauryn Hill
You speak and I hear my wife
You are what I need to make us
“We” needs to be
As I think of you I can envision you looking at me and telling me yes
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 3:06 PM UTC
Dear Lauryn Hill,
As I listened to your album
I know you weren't concerned with the outcome
It was more of a way for you to vent
But it was still worth every cent
I'm poor now but your words make me rich
And I feel like my whole life I've been in a ditch
It's time I get out and really see the world
It's time I stop worrying about finding a girl
Because in time she will come to me
And two individuals will go
From "me and you" to "we"
You showed me love isn't easy at times
It can hurt so bad; I hear this in your rhymes
Although I may never meet you, I do know this
"The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill" reaches the top of my list
I never knew such beauty could exist
I had to write this poem, I couldn't resist
At times I see the world and shake my head
Saying forget everything else and get myself ahead
But you reminded me that's not what it's about
L-O-V-E, Love!!! Love!!! Let's all shout!
Because if I can, you can shout too! You can too!
Love,
Jimmy Ellis
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
we was in the bando,
trappin, we were trapped..
cook named Orlando,
moved across the track..
used to be my neighbor, now hes got the paper,
owns a couple barbershops, got myself a taper,
owns a deli too, couple cleaners down the main street,
not long ago we were sitting in the same seat..
back when,
we was in the bando,
trappin, we were trapped..
kitchen hot too handle,
Found ourselves a rat..
polices, driving by increases...
Orlando had a thesis,
Moved in with his nieces..
He says...
"Theyll never catch me in here,
I live without fear,
only time i cry is with this tattoo tear"
A couple days later, cops broke the door in,
couple windows too, just to let more in,
they found a couple rifles, most of them foreign...
Cuffed Orlando, his niece, and his babymomma Lauryn...
multiple charges of distribution.
couple cases of ******
money laundering, and weapons, his attorney would murmur...
They say my writing ***** this is no place for this crap..
i dont do poetry, i just write reality rap..
and truthfully, nowadays reality lacks.
So i dedicated this to his daughter Natalie Max.
25 to life..
no chance of parole, bottle....
of hennessy,
just *** he was my role model..
They say how can you defend him, when i yell free Orlando..
*** i still remember when..
we was in the bando...
-afj
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Lauryn Hill is going to jail for not paying her taxes,
a fate that would surely befall us all if caught.
She argued to the judge that since her ancestors
were slaves, our economic system was imposed
on her against her will, invalidating her burden.
Pay your ******* taxes, you ignorant bigot.
When your ancestors started making money,
they started owing taxes. This is a feature of
society called "equality."
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
MC Lyte was lightweight
The Queen Bee was unseemly
compared to
this woman who shared you
and all you went through
And Queen Latifah wasn't half the leader
spoken word speaker
singer
soul seeker
that Oo La La
was
that Fu Gee La
was
Missy Elliot
lost her 8 stars
when she lost weight
(that's when she lost bars)
Lauryn
Lauryn Hill will always
always
be ours
she might be modest
but she'll always be
my Hip Hop Goddess
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 5:04 PM UTC
Dear Amber Rose,
El pueblo unido jamas sera vensido.
(A city united would never be beaten)
"Half naked and I'm still not asking for it" - some crazy chick
Poem begins:
You are preaching women empowerment.
Dress how you dress make your self feel ****
Even it means wear nothing while walking in the streets.
I get the motive of your movement **** Walk I guess that's what we should be teaching our daughters.
But if you're dancing on that ***** pole now that's a different story.
Tell us how many ***** you had to **** to make it to the glory.
Hard to preach to a generation that glorifies strippers and undermines knowledge.
I am so pro women but **** like **** Walk and so on are the reason we are separated
men and women segregated.
Your biggest concern is what next party you are hosting, while these young girls are all confused about their bodies getting liposuction.
Trying to be you
Trying to be you
But why? when even Wiz Kalifa depicted you as an object and didn't glorify.
***** is power between the right pair of legs.
Tell us how many motel sheets have you gotten wet.
Such a shame our ancestors probably turning in their graves. Lauryn Hill wasn't naked and sold more then Nicki, Iggy, and Kim combined.
The real definition of a role model
Guess that's why you differ
Since you're a *** model.
To ***** licious to be a runway model.
But perfect for the *** shot I want to spray up in your mouth model.
Then go kiss your son with the same lips you rocked the mic model.
Women rights is not about a dress code.
Is so much deeper but what can be expected from a stripper.
El pueblo unido jamas sera vensido.
(A city united would never be beaten).
El pueblo unido jamas sera vensido.
(A city united would never be beaten)
Sincerely,
A concerned father
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
He nearly ripped my throat out just to prove his point.
The bleeding thumbs of an angry boy can be tasted on my tongue at 11 pm.
His desire lies in between his toes and his malice in between his teeth.
He screams to a God he'll never praise and kisses a father he'll never love.
The sound of the air blowing between my teeth, however, shut him the **** up.
Shhh.
I have a project for you.
It involves you losing your victimizing nature.
Dropping your entitlement.
Opening your baby browns.
And listening.
Your sweat will never taste sweet until you love yourself like you loved her.
Your legs will stumble on their insecurities until you dance in your impurities.
Your vengeance is futile and will only make you avoided.
I can scream too.
You want to scream?
Scream with me.
But don't say I didn't help you.
Don't say I didn't try.
Don't act like the blisters and welts on your tan skin are from my fire.
You want blood?
I got plenty.
I'll jump rope with your esophagus.
Play dress up in your epidermis.
Understand your motives and thoughts better than Lauryn Hill.
But you can't assume anymore.
You can't believe that I fall to my knees because you make me weak.
That's not the case.
I don't need you like you need me.
Oh, please.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
In my arms lies a broken angel.
Her golden halo strung from her neck.
Her arms are covered in battle wounds, That spell out the hateful words that she always listened to.
I gently brushed her blonde locks from her face and kissed her eyes, whispering to her, once again, another good night.
I then gently laid her down in a bed of roses to let her sleep away the monsters.
Those that haunted her innocence and stole her youth.
Those that put her in the predicament of her broken heart
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
i met this girl when i was 5 years old,
and what i love most she had so much soul.
her vibe was cooler than rock and roll,
gotta say she had me feeling some type of way
i knew our relationship would grow to be big
she can be aggressive at times, which i kinda dig
be careful with what you say to her, cause shes got an attitude NWA would prefer.
I knew she was no one to **** with like the Wu
but to me shes been nothing but sweet
when i truly listen to when she speaks, its almost like she makes me feel complete
she exposed me to a new culture of afrocentricity, it opened my eyes to a whole new level of creativity
i fell in love with the things i heard, it was her elaborate spoken word.
her story is never borin', cause she be tellin' my whole life with her words like Lauryn
i know we come from a different way of life, but it doesn't seem to matter cause she's just my type
she had me singing songs from "hey ya", to the funky soul of de la.
she picked me up when i was down, she was there for me, when no one else was around
she was there to wipe my tears away, she always knows the right thing to say.
she always told me what i needed to hear
with her i have nothing to fear. she relaxes me when i'm around any one peer
shes made me want to learn and gain more knowledge.
to be honest ive learned more from her than any course in college
we didn't always get along
she wouldn't say it, but i could see something was wrong
we just couldn't relate, emotions smothered with hate.
i figured we needed a break
we needed to see what others had to offer
some came my way, but i still couldn't keep my mind off her.
i thought maybe we were done
my feelings were gone
taken out by Ms. Badu with "Mama's Gun."
but she reached out and we reconnected, and instantly those feelings were resurrected. I can't explain it, its like our souls are connected.
i missed her intelligence, and could feel it just being in her presence
i saw who i fell in love with was actually still there
we don't always see eye to eye, but truthfully i don't really care
we are together, and creating a better bond with each other
on the list of all the things i love, she climbed her way to the Tip-Top, theres no one else above
she goes by many names, but i just call her Hip-Hop
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
I'm from the land overflowing with milk and honey and my mind is more rich that The Europeans useless green paper money yes far from a dummy and like the dawn of day my personality is Always sunny.
I am a rare soul
On the outside I am just another hueman but on the inside I'm a being of the supernatural
I am a radiating rainbow
Shinning in between blue and purple
I'm the canvas of the star child so paint me Indigo.
I'm a lantern in the darkness of the heavily wooded forest, I glow.
My heart is as pure as the whitetess snow
I am a farmer planting seeds, So, I reap what I sow.
I expand my horizons because the more you know the more you grow.
I am vibrant just as the stained glass window.
My soul is a strong and fierce bolt of lightening, quite powerful.
I am Fearlessly and wonderfully made in the image of The Most High, Quite beautiful.
I'm an individual whose energy is a current thats just flows.
Maybe because Love is My religion no matter where I go.
I was Created from the particles of stars hidden in the cosmos
Mixed with the elements of earth
Descended from the heavens, past the galaxy and from the wombman my spirit and body became one at birth
As it bursted thru my Earth mother, The Universe.
this body became both a gift and a curse
My life became as song unrehearsed
I guess thats why they nicknamed me lyrics because my words were my hook and verse.
I am like many phases of the Luna very diverse
I am the moon that rises to rest in the midnight sky upon the evening shore as the cool ocean passionately kisses the sparkling sand.
I am the wombman with a vision and a plan.
I am India Arie, boosting your souls immunity. Healthy for you like vitamin C.
Loving me unconditionally
Embracing the Queen in me.
I am free!
I am Lauryn Hill opening your eyes to see the things that Are Real.
I am the peace that is still.
I express the way I feel.
I am Jill Scott giving you some food for thought.
Pay close attention because lessons are being taught.
I'm am Erykah Badu giving you something you ain't use to.
I'm Alicia keys Feeling the music putting my mind at ease
As the nature gives my skin goosebumps with its cooling breeze.
I am Janet Jackson giving you that that fire and passion.
lacing it with that poetic justice style and fashion.
Yet I will have you talking to and looking at that man in the mirror like Michael Jackson.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
.... I’m leaving Neverland, never to return again,
I’m leaving Neverland, for real & forever man,
& this is not an attack, or any other act of aggression,
this is not an insinuation or malicious accusation,
no need for Mesereau to get an acquittal through vindication,
because the fact is, I still love you, Mr. Michael Jackson,
& I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real,
never meant to make your daughter cry,
I apologize a trillion times,
now I’m Outkast, self banished myself like Lauryn Hill,
so Leave Me Alone, I told you I’m sorry Ms. Jackson,
& if truth be told, I still love you Mr. Jackson,
I still love you Michael Jackson,
& I’ll tell you what I think happened,
I think you were robbed of your childhood when young,
& your whole life you only wished to have one,
so you could feel safe enough to play & have fun,
& the only way to ever have the childhood you never had,
was to create your own sanctum paradise & call it Neverland,
with a ferris wheel carousel fairies trains giraffes & elephants,
your own fairytale so you’d never have to grow up, Peter Pan,
& you were so pure & kind & innocent,
& you really just wanted to play,
but over assumptive suspicious judgmental perverse minds,
made accusations called you strange & put you on display,
there is nothing worse than false accusations,
placed on an innocent man in an abrasive way, ...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
an excerpt from poem #27 of
THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
available on Amazon here:
www.amazon.com/dp/1950780023
and if you've read this far I'd like to show my appreciation by buying you a copy of THHT3 from Amazon myself, seriously, I will give it to you for free. Just send me a Message here or on IG @aaronlaux
∆
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
It's been said so well before so I'll quote a few
Artist who have written songs... because they've lived through it too!
This is an original piece but inspired by many
Our thoughts similar... yet, mine won't earn a penny
I'm okay with it though that's not why any of us do it
It's meant to inspire the people ...To help them get through it
What were the Beatles trying to teach in the song "let it be"
The strength & power of forgiveness with the hopes we all see
And of course theres "Imagine"... written by John Lennon to say
That changing our view ...could forge a new way
When Eminem rapped "sing for the moment"
What was going through his head
That no ones destined to be poor ....to believe in other options instead
"Keep your head up" is the message Tupac tried to spread
To live life to the fullest ... only stopping when your dead
And the reason biggie wrote "juicy" was to help people see
That hard work & a dream .... can set anybody free
Salt-n-Pepa's "None of your buisness" made woman stand tall ...
At a time when men had the ability to make them feel small
A similar goal was the reason for Lauryn Hills "Doo *** that thing"
Girl power & self respect is the message they bring
In the song "Can't hold us down" ...Lil Kim & Christina regulate
The lesson is equality.... And they hope to educate
Kanye West inspired us all... When he spit it "Through the wire"
He grew strenghth from an accident that would have turned most into a crier
And in "If I ruled the world"... Nas asks we "imagine that"
Decribing how the world can be... In a different place than it's at
If you put a beat to my messages you'd see my goals are the same
The only difference between us Is the money and fame
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
And I’m sorry because this is how I speak to you. My words may not come out as smooth as they supposed to do. Lauryn hill said it well, “pain suppressed leads to cardiac arrest. Diamonds deserve diamonds but he convinced me I was worth less.” So that’s how I learned to write in rhyme and speak softly. I’m sorry if this isn’t what you’re used to but, I promise if you promise, to work on each others language, so maybe by the time I’m done this poem we’ll be as fluent as natives.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 8:49 PM UTC
Like a lot of people, I love music
Common sense, Lauryn Hill, Musiq Soul child, I need both conscious lyrics and something ignorant and hype to balance it out.
And I've come to the realization
that I've met neo-souls music's living personification
Supple and smooth and conscious at the same time
Melodic and nice to listen to, and she's definitely more than worth the investment of time
With a mind quicker than a .38 at a right wingers waist
Why I never bothered to try to speak to her in high school is a question so hard to answer my brain is gonna end up in space.
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
we didn't mind our mistakes
like everyone else did.
he spelled his name wrong,
always and I sometimes.
He forgot key letters
slung his slang between
my tongue, pierced his
bottom lip, tatted
Breaking Babylon
across his chest, buzzed
his black hair low so that
his olive colored scalp
shone through,
scissored his black jeans into
shorts, lectured me on
his truths and my truths
and how our privilege
is self-evident, whispered
to me on cold cold nights
about the coming of the
Zion train and that either
Lauryn Hill or Nneka
would be it's conductor,
grew his hair down to his
shoulder when I
buzzed mine low revealing
my tight curls
and cursed his blossom
pink lips and prodded his
piercing with my thick
bottom lip and waited
and waited and waited.
He liked my mistakes
and my curiosity and I
liked his confidence
in his abilities. He didn't
cover his mistakes, he
was sure of them.
He told me the Zion
train would come the
day that I decided
to ask and still I
couldn't resist asking,
is your heart breaking?
and now he's telling me
he's missed me and that
it's good to hear from me
and that he's missed my
blue velvet voice, and I
have to bite my tongue
and nibble my fingers
to stop myself from
asking him,
is your heart still breaking?
but I know that I've
missed him more than I
enjoyed breaking his heart.
He likes my curiosity
and the mistakes that
come along with them.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
"Digital Error" / "Blind People"
By Arcassin Burnham
Inside the machine,
fake ads inside the machine,
Promises inside the machine,
Hopelessness inside the machine,
False love inside the machine,
Taxes pending inside the machine,
Fake news that you see on t.v they're posting everyday
inside the machine,
Edited videos inside the machine,
There are ghost inside the machine,
Mislead media inside the machine,
Copy voices inside the machine,
Paying music inside the machine,
hypnosis inside the machine,
Don't use your voice cause they could hear
on the other side of machines.
I do not compute , to this stupidity,
Even though I have half a brain and I don't
have my diploma don't mean that I'm
gullible,
Just means that I'm acceptable in this
matrix , how can you stand to take this?
While you stand around lying to yourself,
Needing no help , need a lot help,
But you won't cry for help,
They make you pay taxes in this machine,
Their killing black people in this machine,
The things that see in this world isn't real
and the food is fake , the whole real is a
machine,
They put a lot stress on your plate for diner
Of satan , its more than you really could
keep,
We have to revolt and take it to corporates if you know what I mean.
/
How do you find the pieces to your own
puzzle?
How could you make all of this make
sense?
Are you afraid that the world will end and
you won't get to tell your friends,
And family how much you love them when
you know your world will end?
Paralleled earth , its bout' time we huddle
up,
Ignoring what you can't hide is simply
not an option,
All the demons , all the bickering, you
could simply give it up,
Or end in an endless pit of self destructing
concoctions,
Blind people,
Blind blind people wanna ignore it,
Can't confront the inner demons if you
always run from it,
Most high is out there letting her pain go
to strummin',
Picked up those lessons and thats word
to miss Lauryn.
©Abpoetry2019
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
depression.
it feels like a three-course meal.
Hence why I usually don't
eat during these times.
The outfits start looking like they were carelessly put together.
Less emotion shown.
More Lauryn Hill played.
More contemplation and miscellaneous marks.
No matter who reaches out,
I still feel invisible.
It's what I want.
Is that why I'm not thoughtful, Mom?
Am I not being thoughtful-
because I don't let my father in and
I don't consider his feelings even though he was just like me
So go ahead ship me away if you want.
As long as I have a paper and pen.
I'll be fine.
just
fine.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
My lyrical ability limits you mental flexbility
Swift as agility hinders there intellectual capacity
Lock em up in captivity opened like a cavity
Ya chest be split up like an anatomy
Blood plasma
So ya visions become a liability
Who bitter thee
Shatter competition like
Ghengus Khan dynasty hallowed it be
Thy name put many to shame
Critics go to flame burnt to a single grain
Height takes like a snort of *******
Waxing your brain gas em with these floating propane
Light butane flame blows up everything
With no remains we nasty baby
Quick witted and skilled break through weak wills
Fools shootin' at me kill.me.
But I'll still breath through my eye gills
Ascending hills
Like Lauryn nothing even matters
Im crazy shatter your bladder
Make ya walk 8miles Marshal Mathers
You'll be front lined interview
With the death version
of Don Rathers too many taddler
Who running with blabbers back stabbers
Wave one hand with other hand with holding the dagger
**** swagger id rather be the grims bagger
Or better yet a caddy shack with a room full of macks
And beautiful women cooties to ******
Fatal attraction causing halo love TKO
I'm at the top of my game
Chillin' with the Monks meditating my pineal gland with dead sea scrolls in my hand
None could touch me cuz my energy band
To strong none could withinstand
That force held in
I'm a combination of antimatter and sin
With touch a gin but then again
Im just another poetic gem
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
Messages written on paper planes.
I've been sat here thinking;
Thinking about drinking.
I've been sat here drinking;
Drinking my life to the stars.
I think that I have fallen.
I feel like I have fallen to the ground.
The people they are all calling,
But I cannot answer right now.
My head's in pieces;
No memories.
My hair’s receding;
I guess that's just the way it is.
My heart has been aching for a million years!
I'm through with waiting;
Waiting for true love to cure all my tears.
These pictures I show you,
They just ain't what they used to be.
These stories I am creating,
I hope they allow you to see the real me,
But until that time I will carry my torch.
Until that time I will be searching for love.
Until that time,
I will crawl on all fours to kneel at your door;
Until you find me and I see your hands raising me up.
The books that I am writing, the lies I have told;
The truth I've been hiding, to protect my soul.
The visions I had, before I grew old.
The memories I made…where did they all go?
If love is out there somewhere, send her running to me.
If there's nothing out there for me,
Then I'll say goodbye and leave.
If all there is to find, is yet another lie,
Then let them all begone.
Put Lauryn’s Miseducation on and just leave me alone with her songs.
It's written down on paper, but it's a paper plane.
It's carved into the stone face, but it's hidden away.
It's written in the stars! But the time is midday.
If all I need is really out there…
Then please send your message my way.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
Oh lord, please let me confess
I know this life is just a test
but I can't seem to tell
the right from the wrong
This heaviness sits in my chest
right on the heart that you know best
and everyday I feel my soul leaving me
How do I seek you?
How do I feel you?
How do I love you from so far away?
-
Sing this to the tune of Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.... yes.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
Lilah,
I remember when I was going through a really hard time last year, you were there constantly even when it felt like I wasn’t
and you didn’t mind.
You didn’t mind not understanding what was wrong but as long as you could console me to a certain extent, you were pleased.
You’d give me this face thinking that I’d crack a smile
and seeing that I wouldn’t budge, you’d put on the Lauryn Hill station on Pandora.
You’d paint these pictures that were messages that said,
“Don’t Leave Me! I Wuv U” and ”You Are My Everything, Dont Go”. I’d glance at them when you were in the process of adding more and more decorations in watercolor..
but I never let the thoughts behind it actually resonate in me.
I didn’t care about how my actions or thoughts could hurt or affect anybody,
I couldn’t eat or think straight but that’s what heartbreak does..hopefully you won’t find that out soon.
I thank you for that now though.
Supporting me with the little things that you do.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
This is for the introverted kid on his lonesome
One of Lauryn Hills lost ones
Eyes burning him down like acidic solvents
Pressed down and sprayed at for low prices like cheap deodorants
Ever-changing skintone from the haematomas
Losing friends who he's been with the closest
What's the point keep cards close to your chest if you're just gonna fold quick
Council estates have turned into war camps
Now the ends are looking like Colditz
I guess that'd explain why everyone in the bits is speaking Polish
Youths are hiding in alleyways gripping knives that are stolen
With a razor sharp focus
Aligning the moment then he zones in
An act of violence turns to a condolence
Flowers and roses
A single mothers heart is broken
Shattered and open
Tears stream that could fill an ocean
The kid was sacrificed and cut inside like Kingsley Coman
Underhand tactics used like sneaky trojans
It was for the kid I bet you
The ambience started hard but went soft like fresh fruits
Just be careful and keep those that respect you.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC