I cry silver tears
But you still couldn’t see them
Eyes too dark
Space around me too thick for light to cut through my thoughts
Ima poison myself with these thoughts
Sippin sippin on momentous touches, kisses, secrets…
I’m overdosing
I cry gold tears
They splash down heavy
Making dents in the pavement right in front of my feet
Creating potholes for whatever girl is next for you
To follow in my footsteps
I hope she trips and scraps her shit up so she won’t be able to do…
This is gonna make me resent you in a second
Instant gratification
Turns to temporary arguments
Into long term scars
One morning, round 6, Ima rollover on my tears and conclude that I hate you
And the words will sting so bad that my pride won’t even allow me to ask the Lord for help
I’d rather have silver and gold than to pray in vain.
So I’ll cry my tears and suffocate in my prideful loneliness
And wait for time to fix this
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