fuck the world
i feel
like a rebellious
16 year old boy
with a guitar crashing in my head
and the devil on my mind
i want
to smash a window
and break a few bones
and climb a tree
and just be free
i wish
i had a natural brilliance
maybe i could paint
or draw
or write
or play a sport
or make movies
fed up
of being me
and ranting and raving
and crying into my pillow
and drowning in self pity
somebody save me
3 comments:
Hey Megs..nice poem!..if my comment means anything at all!!!:)
hey,
i love the fact that u said
"with a guitar crashing IN my head
and with a devil ON my mind"
in usual cases it would be written/ expressed as
"with a guitar crashing ON my head
and with a devil IN my mind"
..AND YES!!
i really am that bored!
:)
give me ur number and address quick...on my way to save you...this is captain-furiously-fast...(place order 2 weeks in advance)
:)
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