Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
You look like my pain,
You even sound the same way.
Whose heart you racing to?
My heart be racing too.
I'm a nervous wreck.
No disrespect,
But I'll waste my last breath
On 3 puffs of some *****.

You don't want no smoke with me.
I'm reckless, I'm feckless.
Blood spills, let it leak,
Ghosts gon' sip it for breakfast.

You won't like me when I'm
Down, when I'm low.
When I'm low, when I'm down,
I slice a smile, hate to frown.

I see nothing but you,
Can't close my eyes,
Even to sleep.
I got blisters on my hands,
From gripping shovels.
Grave's deep.

Throw me in it if you don't see me too.
Take a look, take a look at all they
Put me through.

Now tell me what you gonna do.

I like roses and rosΓ©, bring it all to
My burial.
Misty Meadows
Written by
Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems