Expecting Expectations
Extravagantly wrapped gifts
Hermès dripping blood
Crystal glasses full of angel dust
I'm empty without you
But still filling out this fendi pretty well
Lost cause
Highways of good intentions leading straight to hell
Feb. 1, 1997
When i shot you did you feel it?
Are you complaining up in Heaven?
Lines of ivory and hazy gas chasing away your ghost
I been buried your ass!
Almond nails raking my hairs
Pounding bass from the speakers
But still only your voice i can hear
YOU ARE READING
BRoken WOrd
Random✒️I'm a Poet✒️ I've learned that the best poems are based on life events No matter how magnanimous Or Microscopic
