Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Aged
Some of the most irritating
Things in life are people.
But not you.
You're suave, smooth,
Aged.
I see the beautiful
In your eyes.
You've seen more bad than good.
When I try
To sympathize, you chuckle
And say,
“Hey, that' s life.”
You are so right.
You accompany me to the smoke shop,
Pay for my overpriced cigarettes.
I wish I knew how to tell you I quit
But then would I ever see you again?
I'd have to go back to remembering
Our “cozy” chats,
Which were held not at the
Stereotypical Starbucks coffee scene,
But at a seven eleven,
Waiting for out burritos
To get done in the microwave.
I could just behold the sensation
In those eyes,
Knowing those aren't sparks of interest
But rather,
Sparks of lunacy.
May 3, 2005
Suge
Things in life are people.
But not you.
You're suave, smooth,
Aged.
I see the beautiful
In your eyes.
You've seen more bad than good.
When I try
To sympathize, you chuckle
And say,
“Hey, that' s life.”
You are so right.
You accompany me to the smoke shop,
Pay for my overpriced cigarettes.
I wish I knew how to tell you I quit
But then would I ever see you again?
I'd have to go back to remembering
Our “cozy” chats,
Which were held not at the
Stereotypical Starbucks coffee scene,
But at a seven eleven,
Waiting for out burritos
To get done in the microwave.
I could just behold the sensation
In those eyes,
Knowing those aren't sparks of interest
But rather,
Sparks of lunacy.
May 3, 2005
Suge
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