Punk Rocker Boy - Poem by Erica Buxton
You go to concerts and raves.
If I'm there, you never wave.
You think I can't love you.
Just because I don't wear what you wear.
I don't like all the things you like.
I admit I would rather read, than do drugs.
I love my life, but without you likeing me,
part of my life will be stone.
You are my only drug.
You take my heart without knowing, or
You selfish boy. I wish you would see.
You could never love me like I love you.
Only because I complain that you won't
give me the time of day.
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