I saw you for the first time on a warm summer day
You moved in across the street and I asked if you were here to stay
Dirt stained hands and a crooked smile
You promised you'd be here for a while
I'd like to imagine that you and I
Were two sad souls growing side by side
I didn't have to talk, you didn't have to fall
We both pretended we weren't there at all
When the storms were over in my run-down house
I'd escape to your drizzle and bitter-felt doubt
Your door swung wide to a distant mother
And you never really knew each other
We argued the differences between gone and unstable
Built ourselves a tree-house and red checkered table
Played a million different games to avoid going home
But the important thing was that we were never alone
We made up a childhood to replace what we'd lost
Linked our pinkies together and double-crossed
You and I
Would never have to say good-bye
Words traced vibrant stories in that tree-house we shared
Dreams and wishes and people who cared
Because two lonely kids never make a splash
Until one of them disappears in a flash
Thunderstorms came and the rain grew louder
I can't shake the smell of burning gunpowder
He haunts my dreams and whispers in my ear
Telling me everything I wouldn't dare to hear
She can't stand to look at me, thinks I'll turn out like him
I'm a map of lost causes, full to the brim
I think I'll overflow just to prove her right
And darling, I'm sorry I couldn't say good-bye
A life was taken with bittersweet care
Shown off like a attraction at a road-side fair
The boy with a thousand words was slaughtered
For looking too much like his father
YOU ARE READING
Please, Disregard
PoesíaAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
