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Sean Hastings Sep 2015
Nowadays the love songs don’t focus on love
Only thing the songs are expressing is ***
And taking the girl back to your house above
All else and then have her leave if the next
Logical point in the song
Everyone jams out to these signing along
Saying these are the next big thing to hit
The radio making the guy be the strong,
Macho type and the damsel throwing a fit
Because of his attitude and complaining
About how love should be and not this
“Why can’t you be like an old song?” feigning
Anger to play hard to get on him but it’s just a diss
She’s laying on him
This is the usual nowadays except for the rare
Few who were raised on the classics actually
Falling in love with her instead of a hit and
Quick and a see ya around but is factually
Never happening again, looking for the band
That sung that sweet melody that touched the
Soul
Now this isn’t me saying I’m a classic Romeo
No not at all babe, I’m just trying to say
I’m looking to make her fall in love
And find a happy ever after in this
World that killed the love songs
Sean Hastings Sep 2015
I write for many reasons
I write to express things I’ve
Kept bottled up for too long
I write for the people out there
Who share a small smile at the
Fact they know  exactly  what
Is going on with me
I write for the people who read what
I write because they support me as
Much as they can and especially in this
I write for the people who these anonymous
Poems go to in hopes they see it’s about them
And how I’m feeling
But I think I write most of all to not
Be forgotten. That at some point when
I leave this place I won’t just be a dead
Branch on an old family tree that’s never
Talked about. I write so that maybe some
Future person will read it and think how
Much this important and contribute to
Whatever they call this age in future books
I write to never be forgotten and who can
Blame me? Doesn’t everyone want to be
*Immortal?
Sean Hastings Sep 2015
You were an angel from afar
Perfectly flawless, amazingly simple
And complex all at the same time
You were a divine messenger to
Bring good to this world, you had
You’re eyes set to me
I was going to be the next one you
Saved when you saw me out on the
Weekend
But it was too late for that, my soul
Was already signed away to the devil
Already ****** without a hope
But you still came to me, so maybe
Instead of saving me you can bless
Me once more before the devil comes
To claim what’s his?
Sean Hastings Sep 2015
People nowadays are trying to find
Their Cinderella or their Juliet to go
To their Romeo or to find Rapunzel and
Have her let down her hair, or to find
Their Bella to accept them as the Beast
People are looking for these people but
I’m  not
The thing with fairy tales is….there  not  real
In the bright real world we live in fairy tales
Are made up, there’s no Cinderella, no Juliet
No Bella, the world is a cruel mean place that
People don’t see
That’s why I’m  not looking for them
I’m just looking for a girl who will hold the key
To my heart and treasure it like it was the key to
Their own happiness. Fairy tales don’t exist but
Maybe there can still be a happy  *ending
Sean Hastings Sep 2015
As a kid you told yourself you wouldn’t
Do certain things or act in certain ways
You wouldn’t be one of those typical
College kids found all across the country
But then you get there and you slowly start
Seeing the change
At first it’s small, like that first drag and
Letting the smoke fill yours veins or chasing
That cinnamon shot as it hits the back of
Your throat. The first party and you tell
Yourself “I’ll be there a bit and hangout”
Soon enough you have her pressed harder
Against you then the clothes you have on
Or that sweet kiss on her cherry lips with the
Name you don’t remember as you leave
The cold room the next morning
Slowly but surely you start to change, your
Not the person you were before, you stare
In the mirror the next morning throat dry a
Pounding headache and upset stomach and
Look at the face that wasn’t you
You’ve changed but can you make it for better
Or end up spiraling out of control?
  Sep 2015 Sean Hastings
Ryder Rose
10w
We
could
have
been a
royal flush,
but
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f o l d e d
Sean Hastings Sep 2015
This one is for the love ones miles away
Friends trying to become more
Memories fading from the mind
Dreams long forgotten from the past
Goals right out of reach, messes made
Adventures ruined, nights not remembered
This one is to not give up or forget on what
made you what you are
I had a idea for a chorus for a song I might make. Please give me feedback!!!
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