poetry and ice
Poetry and ice
By nate
If I were given the opportunity to change the alphabet
I wouldn't I mean let's be honest I shouldn't.
We are but two hopeless lovers wrapped together by these boundless strings of fate...
I...
Think I feel for her...
She thinks I'm being nice...
Can't tell her the deal...
Or wats real...
Can't break that ice...
I'll settle with nice...
And keep these dreams for night.
Soo silently sipping on this poetry and ice.
Trying to figure out what is right.
Trying to figure out how to do right.
So loudly sipping on this poetry , ginger ale and ice.
Trying to find my way to love.
Hold my heart it beats for you anyway.
Burn my heart you're gonna ruin it anyway.
Toss my heart you're not use to it anyway.
I would give you my heart but your just gonna misuse it anyway.
This is poetry on ice.
I sip cream.
Mix the civic with the cubed ice.
This is poetry on ice.
I would give you my all but
you would sacrifice me on an altar with my own knife.
I love you that's the sad truth.
I love you.
Too bad there won't be no I next to u.
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Nate the Great
this is my life I have a few accounts on here due to my short memory and crowded mind.
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