Chapter 5.
April 21st, 18. Cowboy themed get together party.
You can be sitting next to me, I see you while looking to my right.
Are we hiding our situation? It's windy out, what flows in the air is our paused love in despite.
The cold starts to kick in even thought it's sunny, but it warms me up to look to my side to see that confident smile so bright.
I'm the lemon, you're the lime, together we're sweeter than those cans of sprite.
Tonight we can hang, maybe I'll turn my Xbox on and teach you how to play fortnite.
I wouldn't even argue if you asked to spend the night.
Traffic signals act up as I drive you home, they're all stuck on red. Let's love again so the red lights can switch to green lights.
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His Left Temporal Lobe Leaked
PoetryI'm Luis. This is my freestyle project, call it anything you want. I am preparing myself for a potential surgery in my right temporal lobe. Appointments, decisions, and testing... It all begins on June 7th, 2018. I thought I'd keep writing this new...
