Whispering pain got me running in this
night giving game to the fights
what's your price
why you running me like a wife
at my hands got me penning that
paper to make you
smile
as if I were fresh roses
deliver to you in
a timely manner
without games or chatter
throwing shade on what's made
climbing those hundreds
to thousands. Luck has jumped into my path and gotten us all away
But yet the voice of the future
is still needing to flow and grow to live on in gold let that story be told
And we here you story's as flames
burning our emotions to give you
a better life with out pandemic dreams.
© Again it's Lash