trap.
01-24-2013, 10:05 PM
posted on 01-07-2005
Blasphemous
her eyes are bright and youthful, reflectin hope and promise
her smile is ripe and truthful, undescribable via flows and sonnets//
but imma try my best to explain this woman's photograph
its time yall know the facts, this time, aint no holdin back//
one look at her lively face, everything came rushin in
a couple winters ago, new years eve, i was drunk as shit//
i had a grin on my face, somewhat carefree like her's
cept the difference bout our smiles was that my smile was cursed//
lookin at her school portrait, imaginin how happy she must have sat
napping and dreaming, in the backseat she's seated in that caravan//
that i didnt see that night, enterin the 405, not a worry in sight
didnt realize i was goin the wrong way til i saw the dual white lights//
in my eye, guess i had too much liquor to drink
and i took away from this girl somethin so simple to me//
what a contrast of emotion, her face is happy but now i lost it
face to face with a dead living skeleton in my closet//
i never even knew her, now i know her well, now i miss her
as i wipe my tear from the glossy texture of the girl's picture//
no scripture can help me now, hell aint shit to what my guilt brings
but its kinda ironic, its like her facial expression forgives me//
i put aside the punchlines for somethin a lil more poetic this week. lets see how it goes. good luck replica.
blas wins due to no show
Blasphemous
her eyes are bright and youthful, reflectin hope and promise
her smile is ripe and truthful, undescribable via flows and sonnets//
but imma try my best to explain this woman's photograph
its time yall know the facts, this time, aint no holdin back//
one look at her lively face, everything came rushin in
a couple winters ago, new years eve, i was drunk as shit//
i had a grin on my face, somewhat carefree like her's
cept the difference bout our smiles was that my smile was cursed//
lookin at her school portrait, imaginin how happy she must have sat
napping and dreaming, in the backseat she's seated in that caravan//
that i didnt see that night, enterin the 405, not a worry in sight
didnt realize i was goin the wrong way til i saw the dual white lights//
in my eye, guess i had too much liquor to drink
and i took away from this girl somethin so simple to me//
what a contrast of emotion, her face is happy but now i lost it
face to face with a dead living skeleton in my closet//
i never even knew her, now i know her well, now i miss her
as i wipe my tear from the glossy texture of the girl's picture//
no scripture can help me now, hell aint shit to what my guilt brings
but its kinda ironic, its like her facial expression forgives me//
i put aside the punchlines for somethin a lil more poetic this week. lets see how it goes. good luck replica.
blas wins due to no show