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Feb 2014
my mother once told me happiness isn't realized
I guess that's why I never seem to catch myself cherish it
When I was 7 I made out with my sisters bestfriend
I had no idea what I was doing
What I did know is that I was sinning
I knew that I was doing something rated R according to the movies
I sin a lot, but I sin because if I dont, Jesus Christ died for no reason
It's only fair
Sometimes im riding my bike and spit ahead of me and catch it again while riding
Sometimes I eat cold pizza, almost frozen
Sometimes I look at girls and feel nauseous
Sometimes I want to die, sometimes I want to live
Sometimes I remember, sometimes I smoke ****
Sometimes I wear shorts in the cold, sometimes I wear sweaters in the hot
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh a lot
Sometimes I open doors for old people, sometimes I egg their cars
This is not suitable for anyone
This is garbage
This is a waste
I'm going to respond to that text I just got
Sleep well
And dont ******* too much
Love you
David Bojay
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David Bojay  Dallas
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