I Wanna Spit Some Real Things To You
I Got Nothing To Say,
Not The Words To Express Myself.
So Full Of Life.
It's Just This Energy,
That Won't Exert Itself.
Because Of You I'm Afraid To Express Myself,
Because You Heart Me,
I Put My Heart On The Shelf.
Now There's Nothing To Say To, You.
What Could Be Changed,
By a Word
Or Two.
What Difference,
Would That Do.
I Have Not A Clue.
Why Am I Rhyming Every Single Line?
It's Because
I Pause
This Is The Best I Know How To
As If I'm Addressing An Audience
And I Don't Acknowledge You
See, I Stopped Punctuating Too
Rollercoaster, Heartbeats.
Faster Slower Upper Downer
Call Me To The Field For Play
Then Later, You Sideline Me The Sideliner
Parties, Guestlist I'd Say Plus Two
Now You Never Show,
Plus Minus
Fluctuate
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