come with me on a revendouz.
we'll sing bad karaoke at the bar
down the street, with the shitty green walls
and red neon light,
the crowd will scream 'boo'
and we will laugh our way down
(the boss might ask if we're a little tipsy, and maybe we are)
the strairs, up the streets, through the rooms
and i will meet with you with a heartbeat boom
in that little red room i call an apartment
and let the moon decide what to do us then.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
