"supercar" poems
I want you.
Let me make you the girl I write about,
Let me make you the one they envy -
Give it a chance and take me.
And I’ll be honest,
I’m really not that handsome,
but my loving heart’s a mansion.
Let us be together,
and I promise I’ll love you forever.
I’m really not rich nor do I drive a supercar,
but I know you’re worth more than the stars.
I would take a rocket and fly a million miles,
if it meant I got to be up close for your precious smile!
Life’s tough, but for you I’ll be tougher,
I’ll never break your heart, I’ll end the suffer.
You’ve gotten it all from me,
possession, confessions, temptation -
Let me heal you of your deprivation.
I’ll make it up to you in time,
but first let me call you mine.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
I smell decay in the rays of the sun
the light stinks
like some I can't mention.
I have become numb to the
death of this star.
Remember Supercar?
Troy Tempest?
I messed with him once a
long time ago
on a Saturday morning
matinee show.
The Bowery boys on the
East side of poise making
such noise,
all in decay
fading away
like me.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC