Zach And Alexis Love Story

Right in the middle of may at the end of a school day/

my friend zach stood blank painting a dreary brick wall blue/

i had writers block so i went to walk around his ish i saw through/

his mantra was out of all of this orange and black i have you/

he was trippin on something called love/

He spoke of it cynically questioning avoiding the subject of the sentences/

why do you ask me? the painter mused pausing dramatically/

he persisted pursuing my head not for intellect but wisdom

clad in a black hoodie sleaves covering his arm suffering hearts/

momma gunna move steal love from me, it was funny/

cuz see i never revered love seriously it was just a cliche/

repeated till its meaning meant nothing just like the songs on replay/

its so absurd his girl slittin her wrist running toward those who were tearing her apart/

the building means nothing /

the memories made in the building give it a vivid image /

it becomes something as long as it exist you can color coat it/

say im a poet i dont no man im a mortal man /

tryna explain something complex in words i can/

 

enamoured from the start/

only if i had armor on my heart/

alexis shies away it seems the worlds against us/

even with the distance will i be breathing the next minute/

i broke you crack yo shell now you defensive im busy tryna paint a prison cell/

and if we are far apart visiting wont be enough, /

finna give up by the alarm of the ringing bell will i even ring a bell/

she runs to a jerk that treats her like dirt, ima fight hurt him/

but its soon to be done closed curtains, i tell'er cuz i love her/

but she runs the other way. he's in the halls reciting when im gone/

he crafted and stroked ensuring the blueness doesnt stain the floor/

his face reddened and looked away as if to say what do i say/

i shrugged distraught to walk away gather my thought train/

express ya self lift walls when under pressure son if it fails its not meant to be/

at least you got to say how it felt and savor beautiful memories/

 

at least thats what i sorta said i wish that he'd comprehend/

he got to me and probably killed my vibe/

my head was against the window when he left i saw the wall as a symbol/

im bereft of air i ran searching left to the stairs revealing i found a sign/

shocked how i come up when its too late this golden tongue aint cheap/

its funny i constantly write these pieces of advice for guidance here/

i can apply it and adhere but iots harder to teach it/

harder to reach kids preacher haven't preached this\

this life has me studying my notes again /

remembering what i wrote again when i sleep i surrender/

when i reach for pen and paper i confess to it like a priest i then render/