wounds that heal that i cant feel from reel to real so heres the deal... you were so good to me and i feel remorse stop your giggling quit playing horse iwas a sad bastard and wasnt worth the trip but it seems mt mind gave me the slip over time i will try not to spill the secrets of phill to kendall gill call me a jag for all this i gave up all the love for you i did not save up don't want to think don't want to know how the train derailed going to our show give me time while i sit you scoff and say you piece of shit i shrugged off once before right now i wish i could see my blood guts and gore i don't know what made me an ass but i think i do some ghost in my house that woke me up and said boo!! so im on a quest to get you back ignoring the grime cause ill get you back somehow over time
Reason for writing:
another bad relationship between my cousin and me
he took away my ex girlfriend, the bastard
Birth sign: Aries
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