It's not about holding hands in the moonlight.
It's not about giving up on a fight.
Trust me. It'll be alright.
The thing about this is that there are too many tragic types.
So give this just one more night.
Trust me. It'll be alright.
From dancing, to taking flight.
From holding hands, to flying a kite.
Don't even try to make things right.
Expand your knowledge. Your futures so bright.
Because the feeling is only slight.
White, compared to the bright light I write.
Quit doing things out of spite.
Trust me. It'll be alright.
So, as I give you this insight,
Give up on the gunfight.
Look into the headlight.
Trust me, it's not airtight.
It's not even Dim as a lamplight.
Just give it a fortnight.
And quit with the gaslight.
Cuz none of its quite right.Outright
reinvite,
and reunite,tonight.
Quit being uptight.
Goodnight.
Written February 5th 2019
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Sportsball Supreme Overlord Byron
Get this published pls!
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I plan on publishing a poetry book once I've written enough
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