Time Flies not Drake
By Khadhafi I've been putting this off all day, but to finally sit down and realize, that today is the last day! And I gotta say, baby it has been so hard not talking to you. But, it's not that bad going MIA. Sure you get bored and there's nothing to do, but you use that time to sit in thought and watch the clouds pass through the sky, and reminisce on the things you were taught. Or about the useless things you bought, and wish you could go back, maybe sit yourself down for a talk. Throughout this week, I didn't just watch the time pass. I didn't pour myself up a cup. I didn't spark up the gas. I wrote a poem each day, and filled them as if they were my last. I wrote about about love, I wrote about poverty. I even wrote about the things I haven't brought up between you and me. The pressure was building up, and I couldn't just let it lie dormant inside of me. Or just let it be. No, I set them free. I set them free. Free from th