i've got a poem
under my mattress
i keep it there, in case
i need to get away with murder one day
it's been there since
i was six years old
like my mother's words, once were
resonating through our chord, in her belly
i've got a poem
under my deepest guidemark
i keep it there
so i don't lose myself to the lark
my verses are weapons
my pen is a famished shark
i don't think i can pretend for much longer
i'm gonna crack, one of these days
i've got a poem under my mattress, and
i'm gonna need someone to keep it safe
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