Oct 25, 2005 15:39
i take it back
attacked. played fool
this school. it blows
composed. of drama...
drama go cry to ya mama
not to me not today
i'm frayed and fragile
today. tonight, badnight
bad morn' i'm torn
and twisted. the thorns
are ripping at my sweater
as i'm running through
this torrential weather.
its hot. we're not, anymore.
i shot and shot but never scored.
i'm bored, so bored.
good lord i'm bored
with life and love
with whoever above
with dreams and deals
with leftover meals
with you and me
with shows on tv
with friends and fakes
with emergency brakes
with today and the next
with friends having sex
with death and tommorow
with digging for sorrow
with Fucking BrOkEn down homes
with me writing down poems.