Love ... Dam thts hard but i guess cuz love for me was shorter than a homeless mans backyard .. And thats when tha slap starts... Forgive me if u think this is bad art... But ma experience wit emotions were best described as a black car ...wit two flats ...and a bad start.. Wit no fuel and the oil light shined red like a map star... Love was pitched to me and i hit it ... but it didnt go tht far... I got ran over ....and it left all of its track marks ... I let ma guard down and ma bullseye got hit witta fat dart... // and maybe it was me..Ididnt have tha formula rite and i was never good at math parts... // baby girl i been reading you... Can you show me tha ad parts.. U just might be the one.. But im scared to pass start... Cuz i collected ma 200 before and i can still feel tha bad scar ... Maybe if u would hold me for awhile.. I wouldnt try to act hard... But then again i locked ma car and i cant remember the exact park... But if u open me up .. U can find ma alarm.. And thats when ill hear it again.. And ill find ma heart... So plz will ya ... just plz will ya ....stick around past 4... In tha morning when ya yawning i can kiss ya ass for no reason... baby im pleasing im just tryna ask for ... A lil love... Just a lil hug maybe just one glass more .. I wanna feel you girl and steal ya world i dnt need ma mask or ...a reason to turn u down im open for one last tour... Im talkin about love .. Lemme grub and not food i want every last pore... I wanna taste you and tell you that nobody can replace you baby girl could u be ma last door... That i open up and grow in love i wanna connect with u like u ma last cord
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