Although the warm nights remain cold for me,
i refuse to let a normal day bore me,
don't choose to store these thoughts but i do,
and by the end of the day i only think of you,
i think of your grace daily and smile by the hour,
even if you left a taste so sour,
i would devour to acquire a date,
but no mistake won't shake towards stakes,
neither fakes with brakes changed by the month,
how would i know the day anymore? these blunts
remain upfront about what and how,
i no longer feel alive much now,
standing on a cold hard sidewalk looking out
to the sunset allowing my mind to shout,
it's just how it goes sometimes, keep climbing that hill,
cause if you think you can sometimes you will.