It's not you...It's your mama...
We both grew up in the same town,
party, party, we should all get down.
After I left,
my circle died.....
I've sat many times and cried...
all youth,
erased,
my life...
disgraced....
After moving through the pain,
a life...
yes....my gain.
Because of scars...
I'm here again! ! ! !
Real...no pretend....
I met a friend of your Mama today,
He tells me how much she likes to play.
Even married...as of today....
when she hurts...
she plays! ! ! !
So I don't blame you,
I really don't....
but that life for me?
I just won't....
Everything of me you can have,
you know,
you know,
you just never grew up,
and don't know how,
not you baby,
but tonight...
you get my bow....
I'm out..
I can't....
not even now.
poem by JAR Poet
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