January 2011
11 posts
There is so much... I never got to say.
It may be cliche, the way i pose, this prose, before you.
I wanted to be so much better, not only for you, but for myself,
Wanted to experience and create unforgettable moments,
The ones that make your heart skip a beat, and the ones that make cry from laughing so hard.
But I guess it’s nothing but contrition now, Nothing but unheard whispers now.
The ashes have settled and looking...
Not Even Close.
So I’m riding through this city with my high beams on
Can you see me? Can you see me? Get your Visine on
Y’all just do not fit the picture, turn your widescreen on
If you think I’mma quit before I die, dream on.
