A BACKWARDS PLAY... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

THE THRILL IS GONE
WE RUNNING ON FUMES
LIKE EXXON TRYING
NOT TO SPILL WHAT'S LEFT
BY THE END OF DAYS
CONSTANTLY DRIVING
TO REITERATE THIS
 IS A LOVING TANK
 MOVING TOWARDS EMPTY
WANTING TO SHIFT TO R
A BACKWARDS PLAY
AS A ATTEMPT TO REDUCE
THE MILLAGE GAINED
TO MANY MISTAKES MADE
WHEN THE ONLY R
WE FEEL IS REGRET
WE PRAY THAT FATE
DOESN'T RESULT IN
BEING REPLACED
THE WORST R
A RELATIONSHIP CAN TAKE...

SEEKING SUNSHINE
IN THE SHADE LIKE
A BRISK SPRING DAY
OUR BLOOD TEMPERATURE
FLUCTUATES TO SIMULATE
EVERY GRADE OF SPRAIN
LIGAMENTS WE
CALL HEART STRINGS
TUGGED TORN AND
HOPEFULLY NOT RUPTURED
BEYOND REPAIRING
OUR ACHILLES HEAL BEING
NOT WANTING TO MOVE ON
SO WE TEAR APART PIECES
OF ONE ANOTHER TO
MAKE US FEEL WHOLE...

SOMETIMES LESS IS MORE
LIKE BEING REDUCED
FROM 2 TO 1
MIGHT SEEM LIKE
YOUR CHEATING YOURSELF
THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE
COMPLETE UNTIL YOU SEE
BEING ONE IS SIMPLE MATH
THAT CAN'T BE ACHIEVED
DIVIDING IS TEDIOUS TASK
WHEN YOU CAN'T
CARRY THE REMAINDER
A WISER DIVISOR SHOULD
DO WHAT'S NEED TO BE DONE
INSTEAD WE STAY
STUCK AS WERE
INSTEAD OF ARE IN LOVE.... ;-)