Tuesday May 1, 2018
Monday,
No good,
Fly away,
Do it with me.
Ready for the touch,
That down,
That real good sound.
No, I left it a mess,
And left you like this.
I am sorry I never said it
Enough,
But I never thought about
Trying to screw it up.
If you were here, would you be?
Cause I am still,
In it.
In this with you,
And the parts of me,
Are those parts of speech.
No good.
Dear, everyone,
Pause for me.
Survive for me.
Cause I got the sword,
Ready for the fight.
Miss you now,
Missed the midnight.
Today,
A better good.
Yesterday,
No good.
THE RUCKUS JOURNAL 