COLD SHOULDERS.

I can’t help the way my lips reflect the way I love you

The ocean, her breeze takes me back to old days in 1999

Colors like blue and green make me happy.

My shoe laces are never tied, my heart is very tired.

Words, I catch them in my right ear, while I hear music in my left.

The room I’m in reminds me of my mema’s old house.

But I can’t see the fireworks in this back yard.

Time will come, when the little black man knocks on your door.

Don’t let any strays in, just the downstairs neighbor.

I worry about my mother, as she is alone.

But I know she has a very strong and old soul.

The light at the end of this tunnel seems dim,

But I won’t know till I’m completely in.

US History II just got cancelled, like my favorite tv show.

I can’t remember where we first met, but I can

Remember the first time we kissed.

I wish my house was built with a cemetery around it.

The dead are a nicer people than the living.