All the Way

At sixteen,

He was your wet dream

Scream, I mean,

On one day this, and on one day that

But I know this fact

There’s no going back.

 

So love him, no you hate him

Show you what?

That I can escape them, negate them

And let me get this straight

You wanna doubt me now

We’ll take it up with fate

 

So breezy, I make this shit look easy

You’re running far behind.

There’s no way this bit is cheesy

Look refined, so fresh and so clean

I’ll keep this beat alive

Break up the routine.

 

In this edition,

I won’t forget to mention.

Touch me once, fuck me twice

Eat shit, I had to pay

Your price. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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