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Jul 2014
I'm so hung up on you,
I jus' dont know what to do,
So I jus' lay back and throw back a few,
Hoping I'll meet somebody new,
Hoping they'll make me forget about you,
But, to myself, I gotta be true;
I jus' dont think there really ain't nobody like you.

I ******' owe you my life,
I think I owe it to be yo wife,
I would give up this knife,
Jus' to be part of yo life.

I'd sail seas to see ya smile,
Cuz I know you haven't met somebody like me in a while,
And I would travel as far as the Nile,
Jus' to win your heart,
But I dont even think I could,
Cuz mine is so vile.
**** it;
If I could have anything; it wouldn't be money,
It'd be you.

**** this fake family,
This "freedom",
I'd give it all up for you.
And for you,
I'd be honest and true,
You need somethin' baby,
I'd get it for ya,
I dont even need a que.

But I guess I need to throw back a few,
And fix these things of mine I got asque,
Wishing there was somebody as incredible as you;
And to fix this mess; I wish there was somethin' I could do.
Blythe Barrymore
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Blythe Barrymore  Portland
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