brown hair
green eyes
braces on a crooked smile
your mom works on rescue flight at U of M
...
This is how it should be
this is how we should be
a boy and a girl
her in love with you but wouldn't tell you
...
outside
standing on the warm grass
beneath the blazing sun
kids run and scream
...
wake up in the morning
And i raise my weary head
I got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last night's bed
...
It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home
...
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks
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live in MI, die-hard red wings fan.13, small-town girl but i love downtown, i started doing free verse poetry during a tough end of a friendship. now i write cause of the guy i like, i always get scared and run away from him and i generally dislike myself. read my stuff. yes, i have cut myself, yes, i have thought about suicide. i don't consider myself depressed; just angry, sad and frustrated. i love classic rock btw: gnr, ac/dc, david bowie, skid row, jim croce, whitesnake, just the good old music.)
One Sentence
With one sentence
I've forgotten
that you were
my friend
forgotten what
belonged to me.
forgotten everything
what you gave me
you gave me friendship
advice
hockey scores
you helped me with Matt
you forgave me.
but I see the frustration in your goddamn blue eyes
and I know
as my heart sinks
that
it's
over
gone
murdered with a rabid knife.
I'm sickened
dead.