Look, the game is cold,
but the crib is warm,
you stayed ten toes down,
through the storm.
I don’t do the flowers,
I don’t do the lace,
I just need that realness when I look at your face.
They say love is a gamble,
well, I am all in,
we’re the only one two players
destined to win.
You’re my silent partner,
my favourite view—
I’d trade the whole block,
just to pull up on you.
See, the streets got a memory,
the fakes got a tongue,
But we’re breathing a rhythm
that they’ve never sung.
I don’t need the "I love you"s,
just keep it 100,
While everyone else out here's running and stunting.
You&Me,
no questions, no suss
In a world full of them,
there’s only a kingdom of us.
I hope your reading this,
feeling my lingo,
Baby girl, don’t forget,
You’ll always be my rhythm and flow.
HOOD AUTHOR’S NOTE
Happy Valentines, 10.
I hope these lines resonated. I’ve never been the one for poetry, but I stand by poetic justice 110%. Since I’ve decided to move against my comfort and share this “beautiful contradiction” with you, I’m asking you to spread this around Substack like crazy. Show some love for the flow and the growth in the wordplay.
This is my first—and final—poem.
Titled: You & Me.
sweet :)
Excellent
What more can I say?