Tag: the past

Brilliant and Beautiful

I knew her, once-- Amanda. She was brilliant, and beautiful. I loved her, once-- Amanda. She was blighted, and broken. I forget her, now-- Amanda. She is benign, and blurry.

A Man I Once Called Dad

Carmen, A man I once called "Dad" Of all the emotions you've provoked, The complex words that could be spoke, Somehow it always falls back To sad. Or angry. When I think back and reminisce To the important times and moments The defining traits, events, opponents One thing that they all just seem to miss ...

Burn, Baby.

Shes got a leather jacket, And it's done up nice. Yeah, sunglasses, cigarettes, Sin and vice. Vodka tonic? Yeah, she's on it; Light on ice. Her blood freezes when she pleases, And she's ready to fight. Burn, baby. Burn, baby, Yeah, its your turn, baby. Her, baby. Her, baby, Just don't be scared, baby. Burn, ...

Could You Write Me a Song?

Write me a song, Just promise it's not about love. Yeah, write me a song About sadness or madness, Or drunken what-have-its Or drugs. Recall all the sad things; The inane little ramblings Of poems and songs You would write all day long And the tears. Oh, just eight months ago, When your life was ...

Thank You

I suppose that I should thank you, 'Cause you never really did believe. For seeing me like all the rest, And for your sudden choice to leave. Thank you, that I wasn't good enough, Thank you, that I did poorly. Thank you for your narcissism And being otherworldly. Thank you, in a bitter way, But ...