2014 Forest Hills Drive
poem inspired by e.e Cummings and J. Cole

she's mine p.1
seven days ago [draft]:
let go of the wrongs that live upon life
because it is 4 your eyes [eyez] only
don't let that heartbreak, sepa{rate}.
beating. drum roll(ed) down the
(forest) hill.
wonder this but: love with no-where to go ...
fraction of time, take[n] away from mine
high every time you pass, (good)by
that's when the light s(h)un above me
it was too...
late for me to wait-
stop.
D
R
O
P.
...
.....
........
.... (and roll down the forest hill.)
forget your body music and mind
give me back what we had
[two]gether we can bring each other back
form a small three(house): m3-you-and this feeling
because it is for (4) your eyes [eyez] only
half past five, with no more time left
in six(ness) and in health
with / that / being / said :
letter left on seen.
she's mine p.2
send this to [<3] with flowers:
"i wrote this 4u please read":
i am your world.
you are my world.
he/she/it isn't my world.
we are one world.
you are my world.
they are not my world.
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