Trackstar

a poem about a trackstarra

Never been a fan of the fall back
You know
I let go
With my eyes closed
Knowing you'll catch me
(Shiiiit)
So many have just
Let me go
Let me fall
Let me break
And I won't take
Another fall BACK
Well maybe I could
But even if I would
It aint enough glue
To hold
Chipped pieces
I'm only reaching
For safety
But the net is teasing
And I ain't pleased
To jump that high
I heard 'em say
"Girl, you got thighs like a Track star"
Well, I stay on the run
From love
So, fuck all y'all
You said
You looking to be touched and teased
Im just looking for some space to breathe
So please please
Re direct your mission
I ain't slow
I know
You on commission
I see you
Your pill's blue
I choose red
And like I said
I'm a track star
Evasive vixen
You can listen
Or check your inbox
This shit was written
Oh yes God
I'm 'Flo Jo'
In this building
Try to catch me?
Just move slow
And see my vision
I'm on on on
To the next decision
Gold at the finish line
Process of healing
Meet me there