During Class time at the Cove. Students had to pick a Subject. An Object. A Muse. To Excel. The Professors scored my Intelligence. To be Frank. I scored Highest Reading Rainbows. Fair to say. I Learned from the Professors how to Butter up Subjects. To be the Object of Affection. They taught me how to use Numbers. They taught how to be an Elemental. Formulate and Regulate like Warren G. I choose Knowledge for a Good Reason. I knew Falling in Love, paid a Price. Like a tea cup Falling In Reverse hard onto Concrete. Obviously, I didnt want to Wake up and Break into a Million Pieces. The Coves first Choice, Knowledge or Power. Like I said before, I told the Cove, Knowledge. Knowledge itself is Being able to face the Music without Breaking Bad. I once Fell in love with an Test Subject. The Price for Knowledge. Students had learn how to Switch back and Forth. Breakaway back to the Top of the Pyramind without Rockin the Boat. Believe it or Not. Sometimes I think of the One that got Away. In Truth. We were never Meant to Be Birds of a Feather. We are From Different Worlds. He was just some random Fella I had to Butter Up. To Help the Champs Win the First Championship Ring. I did What it Took. I did What I had to Do. To Test Positive. To Swag with the Other Stars. Be Above All. To Help People Rest in Peace. To Help Provide. Peace of Mind. P.s. I Figured. Maybe. Whats Meant to Be. Will be In Another Life. We would Find each Other Again.
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 18:45:11 +0000
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