"noraa" poems
I don't deserve Christian
He loves everything about me
He's going to college
He has a job
Christian loves me
I'm still dripping dry
noraA has completely left me
Yet he still lingers on my skin
Why isn't Johnny Football good enough for me?
I'll always want Mr. Rock & Roll
You know they'll fall for you so fast
Mr. Backstage Pass
Just remember me
I made the finishing touches
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
That's the word my mother used
When she found me passed out of the floor
Pill bottle next to my drooling face
Budweiser at hand
As if it could have been my gun
I woke up in my Sunday's best in my yellow coated sheets
I had always preferred beds without sheets
She used the word again, now that I was conscious
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"I thought you two were still friends"
Like he would ever want me
I am the liar
noraA is the thief
5'1 isn't tall enough to hang a noose
I see no reasons to stay
But they're making me
So, goodbye Hello Poetry
Greetings, all white walls
Wish me luck.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 10:59 AM UTC