Can you do something for me?
Get out of my head
Because you don't belong there
My mind is my own
I run this thrown
The walls I built
Are solid and strong
I have done you no wrong
Your stuck like a stain
My energy you drain
Get off my brain
Why are you even here?
You don't belong here
Can you do me a favor?
YOU ARE READING
They Call It Crush
PoetryI love to write quick poems right when I'm feeling a strong emotion. They Call It Crush is just one of those poems out of many. My frustration seeps into the words and my want is evident; at least that's what I am trying to portray.
