Spitting Games

Is she just a fake ass bitch
Or am I the judge and just rolling with it
Like a ball down the hill
It’s good weather so take your fill
Of all the summers that you missed
I found the photo where we kissed
For the very first time
And no crime
Could ever amount to the trouble you gave
There is nothing left to save
As I keep my best for another day
And I still like you okay
Even though faraway is green
You still hold the keys to dream
Out into another sphere
You’re far away but very near
And close in my heart
Don’t start
To berate me once more
So, I’m not something you adore
And the store
Don’t hold the half
Of the feeling of you waking my laugh
Up from inside
And I hide
Away in folds and creases
You look at me and the grim releases
What had been held so true
I’m just wishing for some time with you
Some ages or some years
Some eons and some tears
To cry with a happy note
You’re my favorite one to quote
When everything is flowing with the breeze
Living a life of unconquerable ease
In the lush growth
I am quiet so I left a note
To tell you I am here
And that I love you, dear

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