he smells like jersey and tastes like whiskey
the way he holds gravity in which the world needs
how he disembarks after he plants the seed
lives in his own world of greed and fatigue
the places i’ve been and the moments i’ve witnessed
i’ve never seen someone hold their world with so much please
i laugh a sarcastic tune just thinking of you
he calls you boo while i call you shades of black
the way you feel, the cracks, how you intentionally make creases
you run because you grew, who knew you’d go so soon
float with high noon as you swoon like you did in june
lying in bed, fan in my face – you loved the pace
laughing with grace, never knowing what he had or what he could’ve gained
our flames thrived, but you’ve had your fun while it had its time
a few words – food for thought
what happens when gravity folds, you lie gone and your death is a lingering call that just so happened to stand too tall?
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