I can write the saddest lines
But some inspirations can melt your bold ego to stranger things,
My science teacher told me science is life
Should i talk of coke and mentos,
Netflix and popcorns,
Government and taxes,
Dolce and Gabbana,
Art and Canvas,
Or you and Me?
Your likes are my sound mind
I’ve loved tuesdays from before
Someone told me that mondays set a week’s pace
But i hope you’d see my face on nights that bring Monday mornings
I’d say I love tomorrow as much as most people have it that today is everything, but what is to look up to?
And today’s hell reminds me that heaven is not an option if the knees have nothing to do with today’s circumstances
I share stories every time I meet friends, so Thursday is for something else and Friday for someone else
I carry myself for 6 days a week, the other day something else does the carrying
Is it jazz or acoustic, For me I just move and everything else is rhyme
I apologize to everyone when i wrong myself
Should I call it a poem or a biography?
