this is a note to you. #2
I use to be into poetry & things,
Creative thoughts, visions & working on my dream.
But that all got twisted when I started fighting for a boy,
Who still letting other girls play with his toy.
Be aware of the ways you disintegrate into unwritten oblivion,
Like a moth to a flame
I called and you finally came...
And that's what life is about for the most part.