SHENANIGANS

Swish of the glass I’m holding in my hand
The colors fade from red and blue to black
One of those lost stories never told by a friend
Heartbreak is real no matter
What really caused the attack
I mean, I’m not in solitary confinement
But if you try to come up to me
No guarantee I’ll be silent
It’s been a few days, it’s been a few months
You’d think I’d miss that feeling
Truly wanting to be loved
Pretty eye-opening no potion brewing wizardry
I made the cut of the forgotten souls in a pub
And one day my beard will match my hair
Still writing poetry but I’m like Poe I become more violent
And it’ll come with ease, these small insecurities
Fading away as I will with maturity
Looking back
At all my shenanigans
Heart to heart
I’d go back to relive them
Take a few seconds longer to
Appreciate the moment
Fade to black