Next summer you’ll be ready
But who said, I’ll be
I’ll be around?
Not me
See lately I’ve
Been looking away.
You’ve shown real love isn’t in your blood
Next year
Maybe, you’ll come around.
Well
Good luck
Waiting for the world to wait.
–
Oh you’re not asking the world just me.
How expletive gracious of thee.
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I spit in each eye
How dare you make me suffer
It’s not allowed anymore.
Sunday
I’ll pray to be far removed from here
Our future unclear.
Was it money
Comfort sought
While I die on the front lines
You want be home
Go ahead
Just not mine.
May your dice be fair
Been gambling like a demon out here
And I can’t risk my heart thrice.
Have a cool summer
Written in your adult yearbook with a smiley face
Hope we stay friends
L
O
L.
