Eli Who? Made The Cotton Gin

Poem By Not The Pilot

she states the obvious, he looks at her as if she's a queen
she drops her books, he jumps to grab them before they get dirty
she said, 'the world ends tomorrow', he said, 'well, yes, of course'
she set his house on fire, he said, 'at least it wasn't yours'

the Sky looks out for her, she never thanks it's protection
he'd give his life for her, she only wants attention, but he'll give it to her

she's looking to find herself, there she goes again and he says,
'settle down princess, you're scaring the kids'
even though you're precious, when you get like this
i know peace doesn't sound too appealing right now, to your ears
today i watched you let your hair down, you put your fists up
you say you're not giving up
and now i'm watching you leave, there's not much too see
and in the days that you're gone, i bet you start back alley brawls
you'll cause your fair share of scenes
but you'll be thinking of me'

she looks at the Sky
she's an ocean of a different color
she's not reflecting the affection he expected
she says, 'don't take my presence for granted,
you know our story could be sadder,
because you realize that the latter is only what you want,
it's not, what's happening,
but at least i haven't said goodbye.

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