sometime in early April, 2021, I wrote a poem/rap for someone.
the leather of your tights couldn’t show it off better
this gal just aint regular, no grocery cheddar,
Dame’s cute as Mary from the bible, yet she’s secular
lames could say you sexy or simply hot,
to me you’re the deli havarti,
got me rhyming cheese talk,
honestly, with you shawty, every scary feeling, they just fall off.
currently we may have less, is no stress,
life’s a mess anyways, so today,
howabout we go outta this house,
find a spot for a picnic,
If you want that nic hit, I gotta vape n a backie,
and a basket full of cherries,
as I remember they your flavour-it
I dunno if yall even hear me, cus if I were a drink,
and she be a piece of cheese, we’re like the pairing,
Chardonnay & Brie, set in the city of Paris.
She the top shelf select, creamy, TV perfect,
picture prime gouda, smokey with some spice.
In my dreams, could do more than just hug ya on some nights,
know they mean, I’m guilty for excluding ya in my life.
If I could’ve, on the balcony, under the sunlight,
is I do regret not communicating every time you smiled,
new feels filled my chest, infatuating high,
tummy full of butterflies, I’m just a little shy, you too?
k, Don’t even worry boo, with you, I don’t wanna play games.
got me doing work early so i can free up a day,
if I hear by the morning, i’m cool with any one place.
I’m sorry for the cheese queue, I know you is vegan,
I just want ya to come through, so wtf is you saying?