I am here.
You are here.. Just chugging down another beer.
We get home,
In our little dome,
You hit,
You spit,
You swing,
You think you're king.
You punch,
Making me hunch.
You kick
You beat,
You bring on heat.
Why do you do this?
Is it because you're pissed?
I just cry for hours,
You make me go sour.
I want some help.
But all I did was yelp.
YOU ARE READING
Book of poems
PoesiaIMPORTANT NOTE: POEMS IN THE BEGINNING AREN'T AS GREAT AS THE RECENTLY UPDATED ONES!!!!!. Okay so thats out of the way... I'm not emo so don't ask but my feelings just spill on paper... Yeah.. Some are sad and some are happy but that's because life...
