The Little Things Location Before long we shall just be a figment of each others memories, Memories of times in which tears were shed and smiles were over turned. Intelligent minds connecting like tic- tac-toe, Words of blasphemy leaking out of our skin, we fade to black. All I ask is you keep us out of harms way, I ask, unaware of the lives ahead of us Beyond the point of obedience, Now our lives are gone to be, Now we are able to see what is ahead. Walking away from it all, Can't be as hard as sticking around. The dislocated times we keep in our minds, We realize this was just a race To finish the years we'll miss, I can't feel my body anymore, I say Please don't leave me, miss. -Antonio Davis Poetry Slam: Flawless Scholarship Slam - CLOSED Comments Login or register to post a comment.