Chicosci Gift Of Tongues
Your lines flow like water
Killing each member of a generation
You’re bridge burning at the speed of light
Can you keep a secret?
Refuse all these copied works of gold
Leave this alone
(decisions killing you)
These words are only for her
(self-serving suicide)
Imagine the sunset
Sleeping on the edge of your ambition
Taking over, selling aside your words
In spite of this touch of jade
My chances---they will stay the same
Relying on your actions
Hoping she never told me
A flow in your reaction
You never stole it from me
