Thursday, January 7, 2010

Stepping my pen game up.

Well you know you best believe that I be weaker than ever
like some thieves took my muscles though they stole only my sweater
and this some cold winter weather where the sea is
only thing on my mind right now is to find out where she is
tried to go look left but flowed right to where there heat is
and I tried warming up but just got colder than Mr. Freeze is
after dusting off my own shoulder
I was never Iced out till I got frozen over
and after all that I cracked to pieces
like a poorly constructed argument from a badly written thesis
I mean this
all that I say and more
but I don't need this
I'd rather leave this and sleep on the concrete cold and poor

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