Poetry · Writing

scrapyard

you changed a lot-

all for the better

just not sure who’s

all in an attempt to be better

just not sure,

better than who,

i hope you sit down a write this out

before all that is left

is a scrapyard

of mixed dreams

false identities

wrapped in a fleece blanket,

each step was good

it was your own;

Poetry · Writing

out for the count

fight about me

i’ll sit ring side

run play by play

get mine

while you lose yours,

didn’t wanna be the one

but i’m the one

an it stressin’ you out

want me to take you out

tell me i’m the one

an you hate it-

only stay one night

three nights later we’ve seen

every episode of full house

who’s dreamin’

delivery every night

don’t wanna leave this bed

an you hate it