Seattle

He didn’t fail God. It was holy. Blessed-

Like it was spiritual. It was supposed to make me happy. 

He knew he tried to be a good friend. 

Smoking weed and acting like a chauffeur. 

He acted like a saint but had those West Coast vibes 

And it was tight like the times the pictures turned out just right. 

All playful and joking, and acting all cool

But he was legit in what you call a legend. 

What you wanted in a best friend. 

Just all about the skating. 

Than a bitch went crazy like she thought she was psycho;

She was not about the violence.

Another level guided towards a purpose

Because her ex found a new girlfriend. 

But that’s life, and I knew it would be alright.

Turns out it was all about compatibility.

It was all about trust and you could not trust anyone.

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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