Yolo to my brolo
You be lookin' fly
I'll sit here and wait until the bell rings eight
You come down the hall and be the best of all
For the eleven long years we've known each other
I could be your brother
Keep it cool
You ain't a fool
All the friends you got
Aren't even close to your kind of hot
Stand tall you emo
Plug up that screamo
Long live the MCRmy
Førever Twenty Øne
We beat the setting sun
But most of all,
I know you'll be there when I fall
And I got your back
And I'll always be picking up the slack
Cause you're so awesome
And you'll never be playin' possum
You're as real as they all claim to be
And now I hope you'll see--
You'll always be
My homo homie
YOU ARE READING
Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
