Jul 9
What's supportive comes in waves,
and its the truth of which we crave,
a blister in which we cannot name,
a darkness of thus daring shame.
A torpedo I wish wouldn't spin,
A game of cards you can't win
beauty in the woods as it rains
the rust on long forgotten trains....
Tell me a secret I can't forget,
You did that with a MAD comic
What went wrong after it,
The storm's forever rumbling.
As kids, we were forever laughing,
The teacher sent me out of class
as you bawled and asked me out,
Such first love without any doubts.
and its the truth of which we crave,
a blister in which we cannot name,
a darkness of thus daring shame.
A torpedo I wish wouldn't spin,
A game of cards you can't win
beauty in the woods as it rains
the rust on long forgotten trains....
Tell me a secret I can't forget,
You did that with a MAD comic
What went wrong after it,
The storm's forever rumbling.
As kids, we were forever laughing,
The teacher sent me out of class
as you bawled and asked me out,
Such first love without any doubts.
A poem about my first love at 12 years old. We never kissed, held hands but we were inseparable. My humor was always my main possession and she was a MAD comic fanatic. She kinda gave me the comic to stop me from getting in trouble. She was a beautiful and angelic kid and we had a lot of laughs.
