The creativity has begun to flow through me.
I felt like putting a poem or two in here, just for the hell of it. Please oh please forgive me if you've seen these before, just tell me you love them anyways.
The music blasting, the wind in your face…
Don't you know
These are the best days of your life?
The days you're free to be who you want to be,
Having all the fun you can possibly have
Without a care in the world…
The days you want to be over,
The days you'll wish you could have again.
It's the gateway to adulthood,
You're mixed up.
Not young, yet not grown…
You're trapped.
Dying to get out of your childhood,
Craving to stay young forever.
These are the days
Where you can still play in the mud and be a kid,
The days where you play with makeup.
The days you thought would never end
Well, they're getting shorter…
Soon they will be gone.
You'll be on your own,
Praying for those days of childhood and freedom once again.
Sure, you can do everything a kid couldn't do...
Is it really worth wasting your childhood over?
Don't be in such a rush, girl...
These are the best days of your life.
moving so fast
going so slow
she hid from the world
what no one should know.
living so lifeless
seeing yet blind
lost in a daze, trapped
in her mind…
falling into the hole
almost rock bottom
she craves the
fight…
without her soul
you'll never know…
she's so alone.
left behind a past
lost in a brand new world
so fast, so alone…
you'll never know
she cries herself to sleep at night
so scared so tired, lost without
the light to lead
her home
again…
but she knows of
a place she
can go
somewhere special;
far away…
you'll never
know.
And so concludes my horrible poetry collection of two whole fucking poems.
Now it's off to enjoying our coffee & pipe.
Oh, you know. You effin' know.
Sexxx me up, nigguh.
Kthnxbyeeeeeee♥
The music blasting, the wind in your face…
Don't you know
These are the best days of your life?
The days you're free to be who you want to be,
Having all the fun you can possibly have
Without a care in the world…
The days you want to be over,
The days you'll wish you could have again.
It's the gateway to adulthood,
You're mixed up.
Not young, yet not grown…
You're trapped.
Dying to get out of your childhood,
Craving to stay young forever.
These are the days
Where you can still play in the mud and be a kid,
The days where you play with makeup.
The days you thought would never end
Well, they're getting shorter…
Soon they will be gone.
You'll be on your own,
Praying for those days of childhood and freedom once again.
Sure, you can do everything a kid couldn't do...
Is it really worth wasting your childhood over?
Don't be in such a rush, girl...
These are the best days of your life.
moving so fast
going so slow
she hid from the world
what no one should know.
living so lifeless
seeing yet blind
lost in a daze, trapped
in her mind…
falling into the hole
almost rock bottom
she craves the
fight…
without her soul
you'll never know…
she's so alone.
left behind a past
lost in a brand new world
so fast, so alone…
you'll never know
she cries herself to sleep at night
so scared so tired, lost without
the light to lead
her home
again…
but she knows of
a place she
can go
somewhere special;
far away…
you'll never
know.
And so concludes my horrible poetry collection of two whole fucking poems.
Now it's off to enjoying our coffee & pipe.
Oh, you know. You effin' know.
Sexxx me up, nigguh.
Kthnxbyeeeeeee♥