I have taken
too many shots today.
one.
two.
three.
four.
five.
And I was gone.
Cheap **** on my mind,
drunk as ****
at six at night.
I stay drunk.
And I hate myself,
so that's why
I stay drunk.
Where is the little marshall?
Where is that kid
full of romanticism,
and hope,
because my mom's
had me watching
the way we were
and
dance with me.
I tell girls the truth,
and I guess so many times
they've
heard
it
as the opposite.
But my heart is full of that ****
full of taking in love
and on the assembly line
of my
arteries
trying to hold them,
protect women,
keep them from guessing,
becuase all along,
my romanticism
wasn't ********
It was a process
of my mother trying to make me into a man
that wasn't him,
wasn't my father.
So yea,
my ****
may sound played and irregular
but me
caring for you
is nothing
but
regular.
I can't lie to a girl,
I can't fib
on my heart.
Because romanticism
has been there
from the
start.
My mother is to blame
for
my shotty game.
Game
is when you're trying to ****
and
I can't knuck
with that.
I tell girls how I feel,
truthfully,
even if it sounds dupey.
This poem has turned into another love poem.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
I have taken
too many shots today.
one.
two.
three.
four.
five.
And I was gone.
Cheap **** on my mind,
drunk as ****
at six at night.
I stay drunk.
And I hate myself,
so that's why
I stay drunk.
Where is the little marshall?
Where is that kid
full of romanticism,
and hope,
because my mom's
had me watching
the way we were
and
dance with me.
I tell girls the truth,
and I guess so many times
they've
heard
it
as the opposite.
But my heart is full of that ****
full of taking in love
and on the assembly line
of my
arteries
trying to hold them,
protect women,
keep them from guessing,
becuase all along,
my romanticism
wasn't ********
It was a process
of my mother trying to make me into a man
that wasn't him,
wasn't my father.
So yea,
my ****
may sound played and irregular
but me
caring for you
is nothing
but
regular.
I can't lie to a girl,
I can't fib
on my heart.
Because romanticism
has been there
from the
start.
My mother is to blame
for
my shotty game.
Game
is when you're trying to ****
and
I can't knuck
with that.
I tell girls how I feel,
truthfully,
even if it sounds dupey.
This poem has turned into another love poem.
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