Loyalty
Imagine, the street lights butter-colored glow illuminating your walk way.
Smelling only the nasty gassed up fragrance of sewage sandwiches.
Accompanied by ones own mind.. the one you hold so true..
The one that never tells your secrets,
Or gets you caught up in relationships.. Wingman..
The one after all them failed relationships..still here
To the point where you no longer call it thinking to yourself
Its me myself and I huh Beyonce lyric face ass..
Still and so, this…one..you hold so true
Does , can , and will stand idle..
Forcing your path to change before your eyes
And unknowingly drops pain on your way..
Dam.. Knew you shouldn’t have took this way right?
See.. How quick your so called wingman hits you
With the “crab in the bucket” on yo dam self
Probably took that walk to clear your head..
Now its over booked with useless conversation
Begging to be let loose into what joy you did have
And take it to science with that old bullshit like
“Every action deserves an opposite reaction”
Your wingman helped sink…
Mr. Vinston.
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Loyalty
Poetrywho is more loyal to you? we have our preferences, this poe. devotes some time to point out by loyal fellow lol .enjoy
