Ode
To
Pluto
To
Pluto
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Drake♥ Travie
May 03, 2009
Ode to Pluto.
8:00 PM | 1 comments
8:00 PM | 1 comments
And I think it is partly because of you.
I bring you to the little corner of hardwood floor in my kitchen where I sit after night fall and you put me at ease so that I can soon sleep.
Best friends, we are.
Two of a kind.
Both painted black and consciously covered to protect us against the dangers this crazy world poses.
Offered the opportunity to upgrade, I turned down the promotion.
For the new you was new- lacked the space, memory, and wisdom you possess.
You tell me exactly what I like to hear.
What I need to hear.
All ways straight up and down on that train uptown.
Unintentional repeat.
You force me to listen to what you have to say, for you speak beautifully and intelligently.
Allowing me to interpret your similes how I see fit or your colloquial speech permits conversation.
All nighters are in your nature.
Thirty six hours of battery life before you call it A Night Off.
You're awake when no one else hears my call, and available when the rest of the world is much too busy.
You're my warmth, even in the summer time.
I fall asleep with you almost every night.
Whether you whisper the sweet nothings of Corinne and Robin, or confess the secrets of one involved in the underworld, granted.
Tiring me with the interesting stories of his Hard Knock Life or the tender stories of how you Saw God Today.
As every relationship, there are glitches and we must breathe and hit reset.
No matter what, I wake up with you near.
We play this games Vortex and Solitaire when we're home alone leading the life of solitude.
More importantly, we play a game of Russian roulette as you make most of my decisions for me.
What kind of day will it be, what will I do with my heart, or whom will go beyond this conscious protector..
Let Me In.
Bound between you, the Sun, and the third rock- there I lie.
Planet Mars.
Though we weren't created to love material things, I do.
Love.
You.
I will until your death do us part.
Then and only then will you be replaced.
I'll tell the replacement stories of times you've helped me survive.
Or how I sang along with you and could quote some of your most grimey lyrics before the Pre-K year was complete and my alphabet recited error free.
Ode to Pluto.
Incase yeen know, it's like my I Used to Love H.E.R. for my iPod.
Times are hard and I've been going through it but like always, my music is always there for me.
Rain or shine.