SNAPPED, TACKLED, PROPPED
I saw his nature
& I snapped inside...
We tackled each other
& man what a ride...
He was a "prop to
occupy" time...
The prop became more
when he became mine.
So what happens after
the prop becomes more?
Do you land at the feet
of the man you adore?
Not in this world
where death never ceases...
The boy that I loved fell
& broke me to pieces...
The boy snapped inside
& tackled our props...
The boy ran away -
While I chose to stay -
I'm afraid that the love
that I found never stops.
Written By Jason Wright
OCTOBER 4, 2000
- Inspired By Shawn -