Pen-sieve

uPPer west side called,

they want their story back.

you took what you came for,

made a name for yourself,

got your game on, play on.

the phone is ringin off the hook,

tell your mama you're a crook,

bad boys who steal young girls' hearts.

persuasion took you by surprise,

which only leaves me to surmise

how naive and unprepared you came.

for this game,

this night, tonight,

is my battle ground.

I will shed blood, and tears,

and fight, fight

until my breath leaves my body without a sound.

Collapsing, you grasp for air

pensively i gazed across the grass

the breeze shuffled the fields

silently, we both lost to the skies.