Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsListsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsListsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

My Pumas

by @the-phantom

Do you know what it's like to be young at heart? To have a baby face? And no one takes you seriously? I do. My man doesn't believe me. Hess fighting with me cuz I'm a piece of shit. I don't work when i say I do and I buy classic Pumas that make me feel good. It doesn't matter. When I'm at the dive bar by myself And the fools think I'm cute cute When I'm sad. What a night. I said yes A week ago. And I thought My shoes We're fly.
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
the-phantom
For You?
Written by
the-phantom
Published
May 7, 2016
Time
1m
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell the-phantom how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogSupportFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 [production] by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write