Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled c. 1994

 

Mama told me I had what it took

Daddy said I’d break hearts

They were certain I’d be alright

I guess their expectations played the part

 

I grey up but never was happy

my soul was black and blue

Like my body it was beaten

for a love that wasn’t true

 

I just pretended til the day he was gone

and I journeyed out into the sun

No book could have taught what I needed to learn

 

When you’re playing with fire

you’re bound to get burned.

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