what did you do to
make it so hard on yourself, kid
it doesn't need to be so hard
so why are there tears in seven-p.m. droplets
rainy evening songs?
come on, kid, tell me where
did you go wrong
dylan-voiced, ragged edges
to bring you back to earth
i tell ya, it doesn't really work because
you were never really here,
were you
i love your dry eyes and your
mind, it's good for adventures
there is lots of you i like
but you can't keep the beat
and some part of me won't stop saying
you can't take the heat.
3 comments:
ouch! (which is code for "this is good.")
i realized today as i was leaving school that i had not seen you all day. it was upsetting.
yeah, this is sort of excellent. i seem to like your angry poems.
who are you angry at?
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