Its always the same thing around this time,
It starts around 7 or 8, but most likely 9,
A place with no hate, for people to spit their rhymes,
I ask the bartender for a rum & coke, with a slice of lime,
The speaker is so passionate, i can’t tell if he is lying,
He is yelling and screaming, it seems as if he is crying,
“What is there to live for, if all the love is dying?,
If you live to love, then what is the point in trying?,”
Everyone starts to snap, and he accepts his shine,
I stand and say “Just because you know not what love is, doesn’t mean you should resign,
You should have a little faith, you will find love in mankind…”
But this is just a conversation with myself, in my mind.
Love is easy, trust is hard.
Experience is the name we give to our mistakes.
If he asked, I’d be his.