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Apr 2017
hold it back hold it back for moment
quite frankly, I don't know where I'm goin'
honin skills just for the moment
this **** is drainin my life and im broken

maybe i dont need them to be happy
might just do it for clout if you ask me
but can't say that it's blasphemy
but it's a blast for you,
and that's prolly why im always feelin' ******

sittin' in a chair, 4 a.m. and im frozen
lamp light off I just be knowin that you're hoein'
sounds at the door, waitin to be open
pounds on my heart, weight me down, no wonder i aint growin

it's like im fallin over digs but i aint volley
yeah I met a couple chicks but you didnt call me
you set yourself up, kamikaze
why'd let myself become this softly

So i, swing open the door, wind blows and a car hits it
don't know what to do, gotta be at work in ten minutes
Barely numb to the events, God really pushing my limits
Or it's the devil tryin me, with his ******' gimmicks

i dont know why you love me, you're barely even cupid
i dont know why you hate me, you're dreams are hardly lucid
I don't know why you **** me, your feelings are too fluid
I dont know why I stay, i just know that I'm too stupid
Life Isn't Black Jack
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