long live the
poetry king.
his passion for the
written word was
inspirational, and
how he bared his
soul so openly to
everyone and only
wanted happiness,
we really wish he
could’ve stayed to
give us more, but
the 20 somethings
are the scary time.
sza once said something
about how she wanted to
keep her friends through
the 20 somethings, but
the king started to feel
like he wouldn’t, all the
people he loved would
leave which would lead
to increasing paranoia,
he was isolated and it
just broke him apart.
the poetry was
his way to cope,
cathartic in how
open he was to
give the world
the secrets of
his love, and
insecurities,
of which he
had many.
and he couldn’t overcome them.
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