your voice is my favorite sound
Swaying like the palm trees
You and me we're poetry
Painting stories with our lips

"what are you doing up here?" isis asked me.

"i should be asking you the same, but i need to clear my head." i told her

"bitch go to sleep then , thats how i deal with my deppression."

i just looked at her.

"you know , youre kinda killing my vibe. i cant go to sleep when im deppressed"

she shrugged her shoulders. "whats got you pressed?" she asked me.

i didnt reply. i just continued to admire the night sky and stars.

"you know , you cant be sad forever ?"

"what if being sad makes me happy?"

"xanax or 420?"

"what are you talking about ?"

"the shit that just came out yo mouth aint make no type of sense , so i thought u was on something."

"can you leave? please?"

she shook her head and started climbing down off the roof and into my room.

"dont get shot" isis warned.

"we live in the fucking suburbs" i told her.

Pulling me underneath
Sinking slowly
You're like a wave washing over me
I'll stay underneath
Drifting slowly

"AND STOP PLAYING THAT WYPIPO SHIT" she added before she finally left me alone for good.