the holes in your hat matched your heart,
both being red and had been torn apart.
you wear your smile like you wear that beanie,
you throw it on as if your father wasn't a meanie.
the hat has obviously been worn many times,
perhaps it just got back from the war, or maybe those holes committed crimes.
you're a mysterious person Mr. Labrizzi.
maybe your absence will help you and you're father, the one who's a meanie.
YOU ARE READING
a lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
PoesieI didn't choose to be here, on this earth. i am forced to wake up everyday and write these shit poems. since i'm already trapped here i guess i'll make a few memories. maybe go for a jog... who am i kidding. i'll stay home and continue writing about...
