LOVE+CONNECTION=UNKNOWN

Love is like that candle on the concrete

Any given time or place a person could just stomp it

Fled from fire built from up inside to above it

Rose from the dead just to die from the public

Love is like that mirror on the wall in ya crib near ya stall

Where ya hands was on ya balls

Love is like that chicken in the fridge you done forgot

Like that fresh bread you left at the table just to rot

I don't know its a joke

Prolly not for most but I laugh just to cope with its loss in my life

I was thirteen trashing on all my plans for a moment up in airs

Blown away in the smoke had to take it to the chest it was asthma