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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Homeboy’s got it going on Swagger tighter because of the stash of money Tied in rubber bands underneath his bed Modern Day Romeo, with hints of Mercutio trailing Right into my ear, easing honey on my lips Imprinting his fingers on my thigh Sliding his soul into mine Fluent in the language of me Thinking he’s bad because he’s got me sitting in his 1976 Impala Spicy Latina Dime with the red dress on Thinking he’s hot because he has some heat strapped to him Cold, hard steel sizzling against his skin Thinking he owns the world Baby boy you ain’t got nothing You ain’t got nothing outside of this city Because by the end of the day your just a tragic hero In Shakespeare’s play, felt for a moment Forgotten the next day Laying in some shallow grave that nobody had the desire to dig All the way Remembered vaguely in some sort of calamity Drowning, death by folly Stabbed in the heart, poisoned by a friend Moments like you aren’t hard to come by Men like you die everyday Seconds by minutes, gunshots by the hour His life is slipping through his fingers Granulated dreams, grains of the hourglass Flipping and disoriented by the vast Uselessness of his universe In the context of it all He is just a speck of matter Floating in onyx voids But in our story, Romeo lives forever With my hand on his face and lips pressed against Warmth transported through heated gazes and the most abandoned of touches Our souls on each others fingertips He means the world to me
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