I'm a terrible poet. I know it. But I try. I like all different forms of expression. Sometimes these creations are good other times they're pretty bad. Whatever. It doesn't really matter. I do it for me and I hope you like it but you don't have to. An artist can't aim to please anyone but himself. Maybe that's why so many of us are starvin'.
My Baby
Everybody always wants to be mean to my baby
Can’t they see she’s the epitome of a lady
But the people they say she’s actin’ kinda shady
She flirts with all the boys and don’t wanna be my baby
Can’t Stand
Can’t stand what it is you’ve done to me
Don’t know if I can live with how you’ve hurt me
Wouldn’t want you if I had the chance again
Just wait and you’ll get what you deserve in the end
Hope you can’t sleep at night but I know you don’t care
But I hurt every time that I breathe the air
I died from the pain you’ve put me through
Now I can’t tell what’s lies or true
Can’t stand what it is you’ve done to me
Won’t be here when you decide you want me
Can’t stand on my own two feet anymore
You’ve tossed me around like your ragdoll whore
Can’t stand that I was dumb enough to fall for you
I’m through doin’ time in hell for you
Summer’s Season
Flyin’ away through the trees
Half a world away from the next freeze
Free now to enjoy the summer breeze
Swingin’ from the branches with carefree ease
Down to the creek to ring out a few fleas
Splashin’ down into the cool river
Water’s so cold, sets my bones to shiver
Fish race away like a shot after a trigger
The world is too kind a gift giver
Offerin’ freedom, so she’s not one to hinder
Sun comes down time to go home
Tomorrow offers another chance to roam
Never should man be kept under a glass dome
Summer’s season invites play only where sun has shone
When Winter’s come I’ll want to be wherever Summer’s gone
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment