Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Bad Poetry

Baby I don't understand
Days like these
I know they come
but girl we didn't start the fire
breathing fire
Got into an accident
right after school
but when they finally
came we were long gone
Police at the door
its not my house
somehow we know
somewhere we feel
work got done
now were gone
now we know
now we feel

3 comments:

  1. So your baby ditched you, than you took up smoking crack, than you crashed your car while high, you of course didnt tell the cops but they found out it was you so they came to the door and took you away than when you got out of jail your girl then finally felt true love for you cuz she likes bad romances. That is one hell of a poem.

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