jumbled and miscommunicated, tell me brother, once again
What is it that you meant to say
Because drugs and freedom don't belong in the same sentence
And neither does living and prison
I ask the Lord you pray to, with all my heart that he will give you something to preach about
But no more about gun shot wounds and tender hearts because it's overused brother, like your testimony and reverse psychology
Allow me to breath brother
Because we have all heard it time and time again
We will be judged and we've been warned, stop warning us
Much like you, we will learn from mistakes
Become wise and mature like you wanted from our birth
Stop preaching your self righteous resolve to take the devil from us
He's our friend in arms
And in bed
And where were you brother
When I cried in the devil's arms?
YOU ARE READING
Not Quite, Midnight | poems
Poetry~she sets out to write for herself but casts a line from her ship of lunatics in case there was someone adrift trying to read along.
