"pretry" poems
Change
It can be fine
Scary,fun
It can make you sad
It can make u happier
But change
Is always coming
That's scary...
But I wish some things stayed the same
I wish some memories would last forever ...
The complex way of life we live
Makes me cry when I'm drunk
I wish we lived more simple
More natural
But we all think to much
We all care to much
We want...to much
Sometimes I'm glad I'll die someday
I won't need to expirience the death of the world ...I hope
But I'll miss the beauty of life
Yeah
I'm pretry sure I will
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
I sleep at night
All nice and tight
Before i fly a kite
And lick a ****
A **** is a girl
That loves anther
Thats sits on a cover
Licking her lover
She covers her scars
By using scarf
As she draws pretty pictures
In a blood like colour
That shows her story
From anther mother
I am not spoken
As i cant tell my pain
She saves me from my sorrow
And the tingling pain
She cut her wrists
As she see the sight of no other
And cares like a mother
When she see her grandmother
From the age of eight
She would cry until late
And eat a slice of cake
Thats fills her heart with fate
She paints a pretty picture
On her wrist you may ask
That tell her story to the nation
What they can not bear
As they dont care
She has a mother
That sleeps in a cover
With cuffs on her wrist
But with a twist
Of a kiss
While the daughter paints
A pretty picture
On her wrist
In a blood like colour.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC