- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Who am I, Not Who I am?
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woke up looked in the mirror didn't recognize who i seen,
what happened to the sweet faced boy who never did anything?
He's grown so much his head almost hits the roof,
but he don't remember who he used to be and thats the truth,
he remembers the day when he walked through the sunshine and he felt his best,
now all he wants to do is lay six feet down and rest,
he used to try and build bridges now all of them are burned,
and he doesn't remember the stories told and the lessons learned.
his bodies covered with scars and ink fills up his arms,
he wants to tattoo his soul to cover up this life's harms
he rides for his friends they know all they gotta do is ask,
no matter how far ahead he gets he knows hes gonna finish last,
hes like a volcano he builds up til his emotions explode,
hes done things he regrets but his souls one thing he never sold.
- COMMENTS
shy slaveover 13 years agoI enjoyed the sentiment of this poem. I think most people reach an age where they look in the mirror and cannot recall who they once were.
