You see
I was going to share a happy and funny poem
about time
But, people have cause my whole world to whirl tide
You see
People have my name in their mouth
I bet a lot of you are more familiar in this then I
They think that I'm dumb
That'd I'd trade my integrity for a dime
But I'll tell right now
each year I get a gpa of at least 3.85
You see
This is not a redemption or comeback where I steal the first prize
I'm just tired of all the codenames
and all the lies
Yes, I know who pineapple is
I won't give a name
but they keep given me reasons not to hide
But I'm a better person then them and I won't talk about another
with their back turned aside
You know
When they say what comes around goes around
Know that I have a ride
Know that I've been there for them
in their deepest and darkest times
Way before they were popular, back when they were shy
I gave them a shoulder to cry on
when there wasn't one for mine
I knew the remedy to their broken heart way before I knew mine
And still when I type up my name to see how I am defined
Tell me why all my synonyms are lies
You know
I still know everything
I know everything about their love
Where their butterflies fly
I know what boys or girls they want
and why
I know their hearts have needs that people just can't supply
I know they'll be lonely god keeps up with their crime
You see
Once again this isn't blackmail
and I don't want to cut ties
Just be careful
Know that I'm watching
and I know where you hide
Know that I'm listening, yes I'm very sly
Just be carful when you talk about me
or the friends that I'm proud to call mine
Just don't bother to talk about me unless you're going to ask me if I'm fine
You know what
I'm not done
My body's aching to cut ties
So don't bother to come to me
cause I'm not listening to your cries
I hope you see people are happier without you
And soon that'll be I
Know it'll hurt when ALL your "friends" realize
That the friendship you're supplying is full of only lies
Ya know
It's all fun and games till somebody dies
YOU ARE READING
A Spark Of Hope
PoetryTHE GESTURE: By George Oppen The question is: how does one hold an apple Who likes apples And how does one handle Filth? The question is How does one hold something In the mind which he intends To grasp and how does the salesman Hold a bauble he int...
