Rust grows when not used and abused
lest I fuse up.
No time to go up until I refuse,
the refuge of solace is what I’m accused of
Yet you, the best I choose.
Amused by the time that I’m corroded,
Erosive implosions, yet I hold up
you were oil to my Earth.
Precious metals, minerals dug up,
lubricant for my folding
Little could I hold up under violent pressures,
unless I let go my stressors
I lift so I could blow up.
Missed out on a misses, now I’m a missing person,
smooth in the wind, as I glisten.
Yet you, your glow, bruh…
I must be tripping
Now the mission I’m on
is just so flippant
I was wrong
and now you’re dripping
and now I’m gone…