"i've given up being honest,
i just love to be right.
i try to be cool all the time,
although the past doesn't look bright.
ooh, i've been there too,
ooh.. i've done that too.
ooh.. i think she's a bitch.
and ooh.. i think so are you.
That guy's a jerk
and i don't know why.
A stolen kiss in my mouth,
i have to admit i went high.
now that he's gone,
now that he's here.
now that i'm being bitched here,
now i'm not even here.
How long can my imagination last,
how long can his sword be?
how many more lies must i tell?
before "boom",
felt, i fell.
p.s this is a poem not written in my POV but by me in another persona's POV.
posted by gary @ 9:06 PM
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