Paperasse/

[kahlil]

You are the yellow tape at a crime scene,
Eager to contain borders like it’s your territory Tom,
But as soon, as the glory is over, you go running home to mom.

For her famous cup of coffee,
Or for a comforting talk,
The problem I’ve found is,
You’ve never learned to walk your walk,

I look at who you’ve chosen
I take her to a side,
I wonder who are her parents?
Why has she been denied?
But she is set on finding love,
Her eyes glued to the second hand
While you are so occupied,
That her love falls through like sand.

I am not a prophet,
But I can follow that lost light in her eyes,
She is tracing your borders,
Trying to expose your compelling disguise.
You know,
Walls can change colors,
They can fracture, flake or fall
But you,
You’ll never amount to anything,
Or to anyone at all.

[sweetdreadlover]

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