David Sabo

Rookie (December 2nd,1990 / Oklahoma City)

Turn - Poem by David Sabo

Scraping my fingers scripting feelings on paper
all the time i thought i love i found out i hate her
ya
i was in it for the flavor
next thing you know shes like 'hey see ya later'

what make me crave her?
probly was the danger

resent the labor
the love was in the waiver

repeal the label
come and see the table
turn
i never learn
I cant believe your so conceded
So i left it for the worms


Comments about Turn by David Sabo

  • James Casey (12/23/2009 11:43:00 PM)


    David reading your poems, reminds me of a young me. In love with love. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/21/2009 6:32:00 PM)


    i hate when people do this for lust and not love,
    but in the end they better themselves as long as they learn
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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, December 21, 2009


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