PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Love


Before you, I did not care

about the way I looked, the style of my hair 

Life was good, life was okay

then you came, and got in the way

My parents did not warn of this type of attacking

but, I guess they cannot preach on what they weren't packing

You blinded me, but now I see

what I really felt was meant to be 

More than a person, ot just a place

but all equally felt like a slap in the face

I did not need to have these feelings 

life use to be so much easier dealing

I'd give my heart and soul today

to think of nothing but where to play

My tears consist of slug and boys

when they only should be shed for toys 

I can't believe I let this happen 

this big red bulge just keeps on tappan 

All of my thoughts cease to erase 

I now see what corrupts the human race..

 

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.