H8te
Ascending from the dissension of time
You and I look so sublime
LA Times will get me on their news – h8ters gonna h8te
It’s my fate and I’m going to motorscape (motorcycle escape)
Away from your lane of insane
I’m an OCD guy
Who has an ADD brain
High like a butterfly
You don’t care and I don’t mind
Why am I greedy for the needy?
Because I want to be in need
Why am I rich in my dreams, yet poor in reality?
Because I live a double-standard life…I write and read…
I know you been smoking weed…why do you ruin your future seed?
I’m so sick of hearing your bickering
Now, the lights are flickering
I’m aggravated by the fact that everyone ignores
While I think in metaphors in my shining shores
Doing challenging chores is what I do best
If I don’t pass a test, I won’t detest – you, the west
And, I, the East…
You’re so beast…
North and South is a glory and grace way…
I’m having “one-of-those-days”… I’m a gemini in the month of May
“No way…”
Yes way.
Walls are closing in…as you zoom passed me…
You broke my heart from the start
Stars of scars and moons that look like suns
Shine upon me and I memorized it by heart
I’m mesmerized by your marvelous, careless ways
You played me over and over like warped-up plays
You played me in repeat…
As I tapped my feet
Against the floor…against the floor…
Against the ground you tread on…
Against the ground you tread on…
It’s all water under the bridge now
It’s all water under the bridge now
Somehow, I’ll forgive you
Maybe…but I won’t forget you
Jokes on me that I’m a delusional dreamer
Nightfall has held me in its arms and doused me with charms
Left unharmed…you make my lips creamier
Every time you kiss them…you make me melt like icecream…
I’m blushing…
I’m as embarrassed as ever
You treated me out and I’m thankful
I’m grateful…I’ll never say whatever
I’m married to loneliness…oh how I’m so grateful
But, sarcasm and negativity will leave in no time…
Because His positivity, love, faith and hope is so sublime
Sunrise never let me go…
Running out of time…
He won’t leave my side, so…
I’m dropping him off like a silver dime
H8ters gonna h8te
YOLO…is a secret crime I keep to myself – I can be sweet as an orange, but sour as a lime…
Luverz gonna luv
You grow like the weeds, the roses and the birds of time
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016
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