20:55 21/03/2019
speak in whispers
you don't want them to hear this
broken
broken
pathetic
can they stop pretending
to be an academic
aspirations and dreams
reaching from their knees
illogical and rotten
practically already forgotten
never understood
in the city
walking as if they're in the woods
the bells
and boings
left and right
i know they're talking
but what
is being said
it's them!
it's them!
look at them go!
our own, quite personal, wrecking ball
crashing into every wall
fuck them all
it's them
can't you see
can't you read their mind
aren't they so easy to get behind
their eyes
so evil
so arrogant
can't you tell
they don't cry
other than from laughter
once they make your home into
hell.
20:59 21/03/2019
YOU ARE READING
petal poetry
Poetryyour flower face and rosy cheeks floral dress on petalled skin fast written poetry raw thoughts from my brain have a little piece of me and please enjoy your stay
