Make no mistake, I am nice, but not your friend

No animosity, but that’s where I end

with an artist, not breaking, just bent

in spanglish, with artist, time spent

I can hear, see, and feel you, and all the content

I am sorry, the misunderstanding, but honest I am

Betrayal is funny, and yes, yes you CAN

I am a grown up child, in the fields of the Lord I play

my ideas are for everyone, but money gets my formulae

shared ideas in a manner most brief

only the beginning, yet everyday I speak

an embrace from a mind that encompasses the world

yet so human I pine for that one girl

but honor, it binds me, I will not lie

words got me tangled, but in truth I reside

with all that goes on, I deserve the front page

set boundaries on games, this life is the stage

Love is a weapon, and Love is a friend

and thanks my Love, but now the words end…

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