Landed

That you didn’t turn out to be ,

The nigga they expressed to me,

But I know this sensation in my chest,

I officially lay to rest,

I can no longer express,

What I have left .

Because you continue to test,

When we need rest,

To decompress,

From the stress,

We continued to press.

Upon each other,

I fucking confess,

I wanna contest,

How this smile I cannot put to rest.

At the mention of your name,

When you use to be a pest,

But now that time has evolved,

You seem to be the best.

The cream of the crop,

My little cherry on top,

Touched down in my city,

Into his arms, I dropped.

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