For there were no color in sight,
whence the line did ever end over and on this starting one,
can ever replace any of the color of the vein at which a leaf can ever refrain.
Y wont you talk to me anymore,
ever since X came into your side,
when W left a month ago,
now V has a great friend,
U didnt even call but T did.
Now i am hanging by a thread.
Left alone in this cruel blank page,
where of all you since A began counting to M.
Am i not that important, N didnt even winced at me.
The most O about it that P made sense what Q left me.
R made a call, now S is getting sick of me.
Please dont leave me here. . .
“did not you tell Z, to sleep it off” says number 1.
whil3 i kiss th3 sky with my stick.
while i make for the ground,
and do pound it with my
pumped up kicks.
See please any of you wanting nothing but
to see the love of the beat
rythm of a punch and a rhyme. . .
Haha come on,
bring it on…
Whether or weathered fluctuation of imabic perserverance,
in this pentameter of epic proportions.
to ebb this irksome fever of meters,
to be is not,
yet it is,
not to be.
Aack u adage you.
. . . gave me my love,
. . . gave me my strength,
It did tell me that,
worry is a problem men do.
worry is the addiction that all “I” do,
What do i have to do, in order to be at peace?
it got mad,
DO NOT WORRY.