By Arcassin Burnham
Through the trees like Tarzan,
I could bet to be your man,
"Nah , nah wait hold on",
Through the trees like Tarzan, I could bet to be your man,
In the summer , in the spring, in the fall on my good
Hands,
I plan on bringing you the joy that you so longed for,
Like the peace of the valley that we have Restored,
*Teenage lovin' like what are you mad for,
I checked your shoulders for some roses on my living room floor,
saving Jane, we could love forever more,
Infectious love spreading all over me like virus spores,
You make me melt like the chocolate In hot s'mores,
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Times when there was Nothing to eat in the kitchen,
The floor is ***** and nobody ever cleans the dishes,
Living on colored people times like the slave that
Wishes He was never born in life where they swear that
They'd mention,
That everybody is equal,
You lose your mind , your considered crazy to people,
You have phobias that remind you of the evils,
have you ever tried seeking help?
They'll lock you down if they need to,
Give you pills that they say will really actually help you,
But they turn your brain to mush and shatter all of your
Virtues,
Fell in love for the seventh time but she just hurt you,
Never held you down when you were blocked from the world,
Which actually was my strong suit,
I was thinking what it would be like to bullet proof,
But we all have our mistakes, our stories, our issues.
©ABPoetry2017
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