purple petals
Deserves more readers. (IMHO)
when i was a teen girl
i had a teen boy lover
he was broken like James Dean
and like Brando a real bad ass mutherfucker
he kissed with a platinum tongue
as we walked along the Venice sand
he’d get into fights
all bloody and bruised
but we still caught the moonlight
sucking on the booze
we’d fuck until we couldn’t walk
not because of sex or anything
but because of all the glue we huffed
those were wild times
in the eyes of other people
to a punk skater kid
of broken inner spirit
the life style was his fort
me i was just a wanna be
looking for a Trojan Horse
to leave this solar system far behind
by sixteen i’d been dead so many times
and had gotten taken advantage of by force
all because of it
Blaine with the dirty blonde mohawk
my only refuge…
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Posted on December 2, 2019, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.
good share and you are right…
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Thank you.
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Most enjoyable Ben, thank you.
– Esme Cloud nodding away
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Vivid depiction.
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I get carried away.
– Esme hoping the bogeyman doesn’t get in on that
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Safe journey.
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Thank you for e tip I will visit 🌹
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A talented writer with an individual sense of style.
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I totally agree 💜
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