A POEM BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD'T SMELL AS SWEET
AS THE ONES I TYPE...CATCHING MY FLOW LIKE MY FRUIT IS RIPE
EAR BUDS IN LIGHTS DIMMED EYES CLOSED
AM I HIGH,WELL NOBODY KNOWS THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN AND MAYBE JUS MAYBE THE GRASS ISN'T
GREEN
ON THE OTHER SIDE
A COLOR JUST AS ROYAL AS I IT CAPTURES MY SOUL AS IT REACHES MY EYE
IM A SUPER SLUTH YES IM STUPID SLY
MY WEPONS ARE THE COLOR PURPLE >=)
