Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Love Was A Party

Teen Girl


I’m sorry that we are over
This love is a party
And I need to get sober
It’s either clean
Painfully dirty.
You were so sweet
And then you hurt me.
Like smoking weed,
You burnt me.
I took a hit
You were all I needed
I was so high
Eating clouds
Then it faded
And I hit the ground.
I lusted your ways
Give me a dose.
I love you.
But I cut my hands picking this rose.
The rose died
I opened my eyes
The song is part of the beat
Even though I hate it,
I gotta keep moving my feet. 

Published in Please Brave Me, Dry These Tears. November 2009. 

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