I'm a pretty nice person i guess lol. I've VERY emotional :) and i like being myself. Most of my poems are about my childhood friend, Jacob. He means the world to me. Also some poems are about my mom, who moved out about 2 years ago. So yea. |
Oh mother, oh mother, why can't you see,
You can't see the woman I'm becoming to be...
The day I walked on down that street,
I never thought that I would meet...
The rain falls dark onto my faded window,
The lightning strikes, fearing the ground below...
The song races through my mind,
The memories and things I've left behind...
For all those times I walked on by,
For all those enemies who felt so high...
The road drags on forever through the bare, flat...
Mental images and memories race through my mind...
You talk more loud and stern,
I can feel the pain, I can feel it burn...
An hour away from you in distance,
Its been a month, haven't seen you since...
For all those times I walked on by,
For all those enemies who felt so high...
The song races through my mind,
The memories and things I've left behind...
You can wear the helmet and the pads. You can stand by the side lines and carry all the big guys' water. You can prance around in your fancy jersey. But does that truly make a football player? Does that truly make a man? |