Cursed w/ you’re Memories
My perception has me
strapped in deception
trying to make sense
of all this bull shit.
When logical reasoning
has my mind freezing,
like sipping on a slurpey
and not coming up to breath
I consumed too much of you
So much like lust, your
Touch was never enough
I gotta touch ground
I’m painting pictures of a past
With no future. Cause I’m
cursed with your memories.
Like a stain I can’t wipe you off.
Tide has nothing on you,
On my second
Transfusion, Crucified wit my heart
Already nailed to the cross. but I’m
Too committed, to quit you…
Immune on every level to otha females
When their touch or
Kiss…means nothing.
Nuttin like us, sex so good’ I was trying
To learn a second language just to say “Gracias Babe”
Hoping this yacht wouldn’t dock but it did.
My mind is physical fit… with words that
Flow as fast as Nigra Falls
Preexisting with feelings like ivory’s plants –
Even when I tried to cut em @ the roots.. they still exist.
but im’a
Fast forwarding this shit.. Im’a… be 50
Still rekindling these damn memories… of you and us..
And possibly having someone read it as my eulogy…
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