bittersweet shimmy

It’s a bittersweet shimmy
Still keep a missing piece with me
Still weave tapestries
Still seek sanity in some who lack
Still bound to the
How we frowned in sound astounds
Remember way back
Raps hide the
Shamed and forgotten common rooms
You lost a lot of loot
Gotten plottin' on the move
It’s bros outside
They all look for the scoot
Still trying don’t you cop a truce
Like the right to profit off a truth
Not for you see
Looms ain’t tryin to be a column on the news
Still learning now
Mates ain’t mates
And you still find some of em close
And yeah you still bite tongues of the toast
Still finds love in the lows
Still somethin to grow
Ima go home
I don’t know though
Still I
Scribble sonnets subtle solipsistic sins
Bittersweet shimmies to the songs of bitter ends
Still huddle under secrecy, Bottles of the gin
Under thunderstorms, rubble form the promises within
Whittle somber aphorisms from an alabaster stone
Calligrapher woes, alley cat verbose
Still singing songs of hope in the trying times
Still mutter diatribes
Still garble symptoms of a tired mind
My oh my
In the morning when companionship dissolves
We’ll still be dancing in the halls
Still a sunder in the summer months
Lovers punch drunk from each other’s trust and
Not panicking at all or
Barely panicking at all
That silly silhouette
Stammer through a nom de plume
Vanish in a crowded room and
Panic over howdy-do's
The prophetic verbosity turned to pathetic rhetoric
And I’m still finding faults in the level’s mix
I’ll let it sit soon
I’ll let it sit soon