I fucking gave you all I had,
I gave you my heart,
I gave you my sweet lovin'.
But that wasn't enough, you see,
Is there something more important than me?
The pot, I understand holds a greater hold on your concious,
But baby I'm not killing you, I'm trying to save you.
I'm hypocritical, it's horrible.
I tell you to stop something, that I've become quite familiar with,
But we could at least try to stop for each other.
I want you to see everything I have writen,
I think you'd appriciate the ones about you.
This poem is just a mess,
A bunch of thoughts flowing out of my head.
Hoping maybe they will stop clashing,
And someone will understand these words.
I can't rythme, i can't spell,
I can't get your love, because you love pot more.
I can't get A's in school, I can't even get a boy,
Fuck this shit,
I'm going back to square one.
Author notes
I'm writing about Sex, Drugs, Drinking, and a Broken Heart.
A contest entry
- LuckyCharms & BrokenHearts by Dead Star--x.
550 points, ended September 6, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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when i first starting dating my now fiance he did pot all the time, it was his life source, eventually he got it in his head that he had me, he didnt need it anymore-he got sick of that lifestyle & wanted to change because lopve was better than pot
hopefully you will have a simular ending
thanx for entering & good luck!
CureMyTragedy♥ -
I can understand this =( But dont worry, alot of people can relate. I cant spell or rhyme either =D! And not to mention the whole guy thing - yet again I say that I like this poem =) And I'll see you soon! <3
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