• as days pass the mind slows,
    left behind their she goes,

    a year later i think back,
    all i recall is black,

    who surrounds me is a mystery,
    even if they had u for 4 classes,
    seems like the ground is my history,
    i take off my glasses

    hate to be said there's my name,
    called or not its all the same

    reading out loud a rhyming tale,
    only enough breath for a sentence at a time,
    coming to an end my voice goes stale,
    what happened next was sublime,

    i was insulted upfront and complemented behind happened so fast,
    whoever complimented me i dont know but im glad she said it last,