I Write Raps
I wish I can say these words, without sounding too needy. I stop and stare. Observe. I do not wish for something speedy. Believe me, that is the last thing that I want. Yet, these given options are little boys who have the choice to go out and flaunt. Real talk, I want another memory, not another nightmare that will haunt.
Tell me what is the truth, Joker?
Am I just another card to play in your hand?
Because, I think that is generic, tasteless, and bland.
While I'm gone is there another Player 3? Did you let yourself go? Just to be young, wild and free.
Running your hands. Fingers. Upon bodies on top of bodies. Treating them as if, they are a bunch of nobodies.
Sorry. This is me and my dumb anxiety. Cross that image out. I am just sitting here, waiting and trying not to pout.
It is just me and my mind this time. Away from the world I hide.
It will take a good man. With a good heart and mind for me to leave it all behind.
Tell me what is the truth, Joker?
Am I just another card to play in your hand?
Because, I think that is generic, tasteless, and bland.
While I'm gone is there another Player 3? Did you let yourself go? Just to be young, wild and free.
Running your hands. Fingers. Upon bodies on top of bodies. Treating them as if, they are a bunch of nobodies.
Sorry. This is me and my dumb anxiety. Cross that image out. I am just sitting here, waiting and trying not to pout.
It is just me and my mind this time. Away from the world I hide.
It will take a good man. With a good heart and mind for me to leave it all behind.
