4/1/15
Pretty blue eyes and a hot red temper
Is how I used to describe you but
Now you don't seem to feel
That your eyes are like sapphires
Your anger is getting too strong for me
And I don't want to be a victim for you
Singing down the roads is how we spent
Days when we felt alive and meaningless
All at the same time
Spending money on things we don't need
Reminds me of spending time on you
And you screaming at me, telling me
I am no longer needed in your sad,
pathetic life.
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Part 2 of this poem is in my book, Metrophobia.
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In Bloom
Poetry"He's the one who likes all our pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun but he knows not what it means" -Nirvana, In Bloom (Donnie)
