Fine black man standing tall as a tree/ I persist to climb you in a arboreal way/ I don’t think this is what they meant by dating up/ But here we are/ Trying to explore each other’s souls/ Yet somehow still only connect in a physical way/ And it’s gonna get complicated/ Sex so good/ But never discussing where we stand/ Eventually having demands that fall flat/ It’s levels to relationships/ But we’ve created boundaries to keep us from moving forward/ From growing/ But I hope that after we’ve separated and years have passed, I still hold a special place in your heart
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Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Levels, Pandemic Poem
Fine black man standing tall as a tree/ I persist to climb you in a arboreal way/ I don’t think this is what they meant by dating up/ But here we are/ Trying to explore each other’s souls/ Yet somehow still only connect in a physical way/ And it’s gonna get complicated/ Sex so good/ But never discussing where we stand/ Eventually having demands that fall flat/ It’s levels to relationships/ But we’ve created boundaries to keep us from moving forward/ From growing/ But I hope that after we’ve separated and years have passed, I still hold a special place in your heart
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