It's fun to sit and pretend,
I'm the princess you're the prince.
Why don't we just ignore all of the conventions,
And go have sex in the street.
It's funny how you think this is me,
Oh you're in for a surprise.
Notice the blood covered knife on the floor,
Look down and see,
Your days are numbered.
I'm on the road, driving at the speed of sound.
You should have realized,
That's not the way things work in my house.
I feel the freedom, wind in my hair.
To live amongst the trees,
And attend the Woodstock.
All memories of the past are far behind,
A smile on my face.
My days are numbered as well,
And I've been wasting them trying to please you.
To be the wild free spirit I always knew I was,
And gaze at the stars in the night.
This is exactly how I always hoped it would end.
AN: this one was very close to home for me, and I tried to sort of tell a story here. Anyways I hope you all have lovely day, bye😝
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A Day in the Life of the Human Race (Poetry Volume I)
PoetryThis book is completely random and contains all different kinds of free-verse poetry. ❅ I don't even know where some of these came from, but are pieces of writing somehow developed from the pits of my consciousness that make me wonder what the hel...
