This is not a poem-
its a story.
But the beat behind my words gets your lips flowing.
Slowing till I remember what I used to do.
Aw man, the s**t I used to do.
Adventures and mishaps
Broken dreaming heart attacks
Finding your fingertips with mine
Staring off into sunshine
I reached a new place you see
And this time it really is
All about me
Im gonna be me
Only me
A singularity in reason
without a doubt
I found my route
and im sticking to it
Celibacy
Fine tuned it
Singlehood
Lived to it
Enjoy myself
Know my heart
Maybe create new art
Ryhme a little more
Dance a little for-
You dont know who i am anymore
I am me scraped down to essence
and Hell is it fun
Essence
my essence
I like the music
Sweep souls off your feet start again remember when?
Its my novus mihi
and if you know what that means
Im proud
Still so loud
my heart
ever reminding
beating
And now im listening to it
Its words are slipping through me
My lips tasted of salt
and i knew my heart had been crying
and ryhming
and beating for the sound of someone else
and now.
sits content
happy to be
happy to be me.