Corey Fauchon

Rookie (2/10/1991 / Newcastle, NSW, Australia)

[untitled] No.2 - Poem by Corey Fauchon

My work is all done
You don't let me have fun
You don't give me a choice
You take away my voice

You think you're the prodigal one
You act like you're the SUN
Everything to you is tragic
But it's the black magic

Everytime I try to walk away
You always convince me to stay
You make my life a jail
Not allowing me to bail

You talk about the big picture
We have no variety, no mixture
Apparently I'm too laid back
But I still give everything a crack

It feels like we're at war
I always come back for more
My mates say I can do better
Tomorrow I'm gonna get her

You'll be left at the line
Me, I'm great, I'll be fine
You'll always think of me
But now I'm finally free


Comments about [untitled] No.2 by Corey Fauchon

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Monday, February 8, 2010



[Report Error]