what a confusing year
christina's gone
latoya's here
what once was sex
and drugs
and beer
has been replaced
with hidden tears
mainstream life
mainstream fears
a friend is nice
but i miss my bonnie
unlike clyde
i'll survive....
to see my daisy duke grandaughter
go to school
make new friends
and bend the rules
maybe my kid can put her demons to rest
clyde wouldn't give a fuck
he would fake a smile
and say good luck
goodbye to all the yesteryears
the drunken lies
the violent fears
goodbye 2009
OK, here's where the hope comes in
happy new year
i like it when you're naked,
and even when you're dressed.
i always have you on my mind,
maybe i'm obsessed.
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Ooooooo lala ;)
this one's good lol, im searching for a really nasty poem
I want some skates,
and I want a bike.
My little sister,
she wants a trike.
The things we want,
and the things we get.
We know the truth,
but we don't give a shit.
Who fills the boots of old St. Nick.
You see St. Nick is always there.
I hope he doesn't see me stare,
at him in his underwear,
eating cookies in our kitchen chair.
Now it's back to bed I sneak,
careful not to make a creak.
I close my eyes,
and go to sleep.
My Father finishes the cookies and goes to bed.
by martin
when i look into your eyes
it never seems the same.
sometimes you're so forgiving,
and patience is your game.
sometimes you have a cold edge,
it cuts me like a sword.
sometimes you look right through me,
as though you're rather bored.
sometimes you look so happy,
i wish that mood would last.
it's then that i remember,
our love is in the past.
by martin
by the time i found you
life was much too late.
seems like i was stuck in
yesterdays mistakes.
i guess it's always easier
to blame what could have been.
than test the fresh new waters,
or go out on a limb.
so now i sit in silence
staring at the phone.
wishing you were with me.
sitting here alone.
by martin
starlight electric
cocktails for two
eyes locked and seeking
the magic is new
i know that we're kinky
i know that it's true
i know that we're freaky
but my only rule is
i'ld rather have fun...
than have you
sweet satisfaction
danced in your smile
i say you can trust me
but that's not my style
i know you believe me
for that you're a fool
you can't hope to keep me
cuzz my only rule is
i'ld rather have fun...
than have you
by martin
deep inside my mind
is an imaginary friend.
a friend who never leaves me,
a friend until the end.
a person who is made of thought,
and thought of now and then.
a friend of friends who loves me,
and loves me to pretend.
when i'm feeling sad and blue,
or when i'm of good cheer.
i never have to worry,
my friend is always near.
so to be alone i'll never be,
i'll never be alone.
because no matter where i'm at,
my friend is always home.
by martin
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