Kill me
The dread will kick in soon.
Each sonnet needs a Volta.
The glares will sometimes loom,
That’s what I always told you.
You didn’t smell the citrus
That made me lose my cool,
Maybe I should smoke less
Or maybe you’re just cruel.
When the speakers pounded
And the bass made my heart shake
I gazed all around
And decided it’s time to wait.
LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN.
The STRANGER isn’t ME
LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN,
I think you might just miss me.
Don’t tell me I’m mistaken,
I was just tired of waiting.
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