 |
Login
|
Don't have an account yet? You can create one. As a registered user you can submit your poetry, receive the newsletter, and post comments with your name.
|
|
Previous Poetry
| Saturday, January 03 | | · | I'M NOT AFRAID! (9) |
| Monday, December 29 | | · | Home (15) |
| · | Dreams (20) |
| · | Vital (16) |
| · | Crimson Rain (20) |
| Saturday, December 13 | | · | cover up (40) |
| · | tides (38) |
| Wednesday, December 10 | | · | Suspisions (56) |
| · | LORD HELP ME PLEASE (47) |
| Monday, December 08 | | · | Here He Comes: Death (56) |
| Saturday, December 06 | | · | Every Girl's a Woman (66) |
| Tuesday, December 02 | | · | poison (64) |
| · | Emotionless (64) |
| Friday, November 28 | | · | A walk in the park (63) |
| Wednesday, November 26 | | · | Points of View (58) |
| Friday, November 21 | | · | untitled love lessons (62) |
| Monday, November 17 | | · | Feather and Ink (68) |
| Saturday, November 15 | | · | Chris Ti....... na luve yo! (77) |
| · | show you how to die (76) |
| Tuesday, November 11 | | · | a lover's song (88) |
| · | not another love song (94) |
| Monday, November 10 | | · | In Her Skin (96) |
| · | Thy Handiwork (81) |
| Saturday, November 08 | | · | THE KNIGHT OF DARKNESS (87) |
| Wednesday, October 22 | | · | My Romance (104) |
| Sunday, October 19 | | · | SHE IS WITH GOD (105) |
| Monday, October 13 | | · | How I killed my Father (107) |
| Sunday, October 12 | | · | I ONLY SEE INJUSTICE (103) |
| · | NOT AWAKE~ (93) |
| · | YOU FORGOT TO REMOVE THE ROCKS~ (96) |
| Sunday, September 28 | | · | your shadow rising to meet you (120) |
| · | Picture frame (107) |
| Wednesday, September 24 | | · | shaking in our sleep (132) |
| · | Our Own Hell (128) |
| Saturday, September 20 | | · | Collect call (125) |
| · | The Intercourse (126) |
| · | Andréness (121) |
| Thursday, September 11 | | · | Lit Cigarette (143) |
| Saturday, August 30 | | · | Huey Lewis and the News (135) |
| Wednesday, August 27 | | · | Poem (135) |
| Tuesday, August 12 | | · | right now (169) |
| · | right now (151) |
| · | understand (161) |
| · | a poets dishonor (154) |
| Monday, August 11 | | · | Anticipation (152) |
| · | WITHOUT YOUR LOVE~ (160) |
| Saturday, August 02 | | · | Confessions to myself (196) |
| · | So Cold (163) |
| Wednesday, July 23 | | · | tuesdays (169) |
| Monday, July 21 | | · | Their Mother Saw God. (181) |
More Previous Poetry
|
|
|  |
|
Posted by
on Thursday, March 30 @ 10:34:06 UTC
|
|
|
: Make Me Bad
|
on Thursday, March 30 @ 10:34:06 UTC
faithfully_a_Wallflo writes:: " So long sweet September, nostalgic November, and deceitful December
January became February and the rest I can't really remember
I said to myself, just sit and wait a minute, just wait
I sat for a moment for myself and all of a sudden I'm six months late
You turned nineteen, making it nineteen years that you never felt love for me too
And each passing day makes it more difficult to explain that I can't unlove you
So with the march of March marching towards the bitter end
Your sad eyes fail to reassure me that I will always have a friend
Nearly a year removed now, from the the scene of the crime
That fateful day, it feels so much heavier today, since it was our one last time
Boys in black, girls in white, I'm holding off tears with all my might
Days with friends, nights all alone, scared of what life will be on my own
Dressed in your satin, undressing my heart that night, hopefully we will finally get it right
The first time dry-eyed, the last time waiting by the phone, I can't believe how much I've grown
I only want what they don't see, three little words I've never had
Love me, touch me, come on and corrupt me and make me bad
I know it sounds silly but if I could just take you by the hand
Then you would feel what I feel, then your heart would understand
In a moment of haste, I throw away my innocence for all the times we should have had
For you I would sacrifice perfection because we are all a little better for being a little bad "
|
| |
|
|
 |  |
 |
|
Anonymous visitors are not allowed to comment - please register a Paradox Passport |
|
 |
|
 |
Re: Make Me Bad (Score: 1)
by Black_Crimson on Sunday, April 02 @ 21:47:25 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | Sometimes that is the case, being alittle bad only just makes our life alittle more exciting. i liked the analogy of using months and days. Was writtien pretty good, keep writing.
-MIssy |
| |
Sponsor
|
Help Support Paradox
|
|
Poem's Rating
Average Score: 0
Votes: 0
|
|
|
|
| |
