so yea i cooked all the food in the house and this was the only thing left, blueberry fawkin pop tarts and 3 sips of fiji, if this is what my life has been reduced too? its quite sad ANYWAYS yea it was really good and i'm still a lil uninspiried, school is racking my brain, i need some me time, i need to get away, and write, write WRITE, i miss those nights when 4 page poems came to me rightbefore i went to sleep, fuck is up with me. i love all of you and everyone who has been showin love and who likes my wordplay, i really appreciate it, so this is for u [sidebar: this is going to be hella whack, it's one of my off nites]
roses are red
violets are blue
boogers are green
nah i'm just playing
trying to figure out what to say and
nothin comes to mind
its like that writers block kind
of feeling when try to make words come together
forever thats what you said we would bee
za have the sweetest honey i've ever
had one of those situations happen
to be the funniest thing i havent heard since
when did she start dating him
and her dont make a good couple
of hours ago you said you loved me
and who? nah that bitch is lying
is all you ever do
you remember the first time
to go get somethin worth living for
every word that is written has meaning
that this poem is everywhere
is a place i've never traveled but would like to go
away and dont come back
to what i was saying at the beginning about roses
have the sharpest thorns
in my side is what you are
n't you with him, i could have sworn
testimony and you put your life on it
never ceases to amaze me the things you come up with
me is what you should be but your confused
to why i even give a fuck
that shit, i deserve everything i get
is what you don't [you don't get it, get it]
even know my name
3 things you like about me
and you don't mix
that with the sugar
honey ice tea, you have to be the one
plus one equals two
of us need to compromise and come to an agree
to disagree cause this shit doesn't make any sense
that your hesitant and shy
away from me and your distant
thoughts is what wrote this poem
doesnt even rhyme but its mine
goodbye
3 comments:
::applauds::
I KNOW I LOVE STRAWBERRY POP TARTS...so kudos to you 4 that snack. THANKS 4 BEING TRUE 2 YOU...I LOVE AND RESPECT ANY INDIVIDUAL WHO IS!! BE YOURSELF NOW, AND WIPE THEM CRUMBS OFF YOUR PLATE LATER.-MEL
ahhhhhh lol.... that was crazy and if u think that was no bueno feed me more, gotta get the good shit.
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