#WritcoPoemPrompt116
All was just merely coincidence,
Mismatching the present for the past,
Believed it was related to past-life experience,
Hope that the next day wouldn't be the last…
but the letting go is hard
how can I part
something that's so close like a vessel to my heart
how will I breathe
how can I not need
it something in this feeling
not letting me be freed
I swear it's that I need
the feeling to be needed
but now what I'm to do
when you don't need no mo
just feel need to be freed and
wheres my hope
when I'm left in smoke
and I don't even wanna smoke no mo
no bloke no choke definitely not no dope or whatever
it is in there that you need to cope
Ill just remain insane in the brain
and see who's first free to meet their blokes
those on the otherside they yolked with
took them rides on lonely nights and smoked with
the ones with fun
they shared they're dreams and hopes with
now that's that dope shit
I can go with