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Jun 2014
I cant even think..
Im so weary and haven't had sleep
Im confused , it was easy just to be amused i used you like an item for my own selfish needs im seeking truth and happiness yet im committing evil deeds and i stay silent like the streets at twelve o four she really just wants more of me
I cant be patient because im always in a hurry i get mad and innocent victims might feel my furry
I dont want to hurt anyone
I want to be everyones friend
In the end what do we have ?'
beeps the graffiti writer
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