// Stood Up//
For reasons know to you you get dressed up,
Fancy shoes fancy socks,
Your Phone Buzzes something wrong.
You’ve been abandoned and you look your best,
Time to strike back lest
You want to waste your amazing looks?
Time to get productive read some books,
Better yet write your own,
Because good looking times produce beautiful notes.
Fire in your wrist no chance to stop,
(Writers Cramp FUCK)
Because an unfed fire turns to ash.
You set yourself up for an amazing night,
Jokes on them you got busy,
For like an un-teathered fire you burn brightest,
Clouds move across the moon, nights sun,
Take a drag, dark depths of your lungs,
Breath out the smoke you create new clouds,
You god in denial,
No more shall mortals rule your fate.
Your written words fucked them up worse,
Your beautiful and cannot be replaced,
Entering the divine on a night of creation,
Yours only yours,
Me and you we’re the same,
Twice of them and growing entwined.