The Little Things
Before long we shall just be a figment
of each others memories,
Memories of times in which tears were
shed and smiles were over turned.
Intelligent minds connecting like tic-
tac-toe, Words of blasphemy leaking
out of our skin, we fade to black.
All I ask is you keep us out of harms way,
I ask, unaware of the lives ahead of us
Beyond the point of obedience,
Now our lives are gone to be, Now we
are able to see what is ahead.
Walking away from it all,
Can't be as hard as sticking around.
The dislocated times we keep in our minds,
We realize this was just a race
To finish the years we'll miss, I can't feel my
body anymore, I say
Please don't leave me, miss.
-Antonio Davis
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