biting my tongue was a lifetime hobby,
putting me down was your gun full of bullets,
i sat in your hell thinking home is where your heart is,
turns out your heart sat in piles of sadness,my land of people we dont think twice,
talking shit out of our mouths we dont look for a prize,
long car trips and coasters,
midnight meals and music on speakers,
indie sounds for a new gen,
a group of people who live the young adult movies in our minds den,and shes cried on my shoulders,
he parked the car at my doorsteps,
carried her drunk through the dark,
i think he ended up in hospital one night,
these are the simple things,
the things that make grasses greener,
fuck all the silver screens,
with them im deeper,i live to recklessly love,
and to tear myself apart,
make me fall deep for you,
change your mind leave me blue,
do whatever you do,
not afraid of the rush,
im always on the move.
YOU ARE READING
Not Afraid Of The Rush
PoetryNot Afraid Of The Rush is the title of my comeback 10th poetry collection that follows a thrill in a change of life. My life has done a full 180 in the last year and as much as it has hurt me at times, ive never been scared to take them on. This is...