Baking on the Black
By Mxxkie
It’s June.
The boys
And I
Are on the school’s onyx turf.
We sit,
We’re lit,
But deep down,
We worry.
Life will not be bound.
Soon
This will be
A distant
Memory
We joke,
We smoke,
We’re baking on the black
Years from now
I’ll look back
Will I be proud of that person;
The one who I see?
The identical face,
That stares back at me.
No need to worry,
Being a bore’s a tack
For now let’s enjoy life while
Baking on the black.
(A second one just since I haven't posted much these last few days.)
By Mxxkie
It’s June.
The boys
And I
Are on the school’s onyx turf.
We sit,
We’re lit,
But deep down,
We worry.
Life will not be bound.
Soon
This will be
A distant
Memory
We joke,
We smoke,
We’re baking on the black
Years from now
I’ll look back
Will I be proud of that person;
The one who I see?
The identical face,
That stares back at me.
No need to worry,
Being a bore’s a tack
For now let’s enjoy life while
Baking on the black.
(A second one just since I haven't posted much these last few days.)
