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This is the year I'll try to be brave and stop running I can't guarantee it'll work I won't promise that I will but I'll try Try to let a boy in I know it sounds cliché but I need to let someone figure me out A cold sore and a box of tampons On the eve of new year's eve Was my wake up call a cosmic karma ***** slap if you will A sign from the gods that there will be hell to pay if I don't try to change my ways Enough of the hunt and chase they say for I've carpeted my dense forest with all the maimed hearts from seven years of a coquettish past But how to change? How does the hunter willingly become the hunted to throw down one's crossbow and wait defenseless I'm so good at what I do How do I force myself to lose my self in order to stop the vicious thing I've become
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
Resolution: goodbye Artemis, hello Aphrodite
This is the year I'll try to be brave and stop running I can't guarantee it'll work I won't promise that I will but I'll try Try to let a boy in I know it sounds cliché but I need to let someone figure me out A cold sore and a box of tampons On the eve of new year's eve Was my wake up call a cosmic karma ***** slap if you will A sign from the gods that there will be hell to pay if I don't try to change my ways Enough of the hunt and chase they say for I've carpeted my dense forest with all the maimed hearts from seven years of a coquettish past But how to change? How does the hunter willingly become the hunted to throw down one's crossbow and wait defenseless I'm so good at what I do How do I force myself to lose my self in order to stop the vicious thing I've become
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
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