i used to sit at my window and wonder why life was so long but it is not i used to wonder why i walked along with my friends who smoked pot i used to think of fallen administrations that began with a call, and ask myself when is my turn-to fall i made the getaway, but i have been thrown away i even wanted to turn to you and say: that i loved you and i need you and i wouldn't admit it even to myself now that you and i have grown ten months later it has ended my game has been stopped i am not a kid nor am i a man and i don't ask why anymore because i can see the answer when i look into the mirror every morning...Birth sign: Aries
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