smoking behind construction sites
drinking in the living room
making out with our best friends
sleeping away our impending doom
our parents don't know
our siblings don't care
our schools don't understand
we're washed out of their hair
smoking to die
dying to live
drinking to forget
forgetting to give
we live the way we like
we die whenever we want
we say just what we think
we think in typewriter font
(edited to rhyme on 27/04/2015)
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
