Here it is:end of November
I haven't written a lick since I've
been sober
I keep on rereading my poems,over
and over
Wondering if my writing career
that never started has ended
To all of you reading,I hope you don't
get offended
While your spending time with mom and
dad
I was busy writing because it was all
I had
While your mom and dad were lending hands
and had open ears
My mom was assaulting me and reducing me
to tears
I was letting the paper soak up my tears
Now,I've been doing it for years
Now,that I think about it
Why would you care at all
Forget that you read this at all
- last post
- 17 years ago
- posts
- 33
- views
- 5,649
- can view
- everyone
- can comment
- everyone
- atom/rss
Copyright © 2024 Social Concepts, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Patent Pending.
blog.php' rendered in 0.0736 seconds on machine '7'.