Basement banjo.

When I ride my bike into the storm without a helmet on, that's how I feel.
When I stand underneath a rocket ship as it takes off into space, that's how I feel.
When I'm sitting in a beat up van listening to stupid bands with my grandparents, that's how I feel.
When I'm standing in the pouring rain with nothing on in my backyard, that's how I feel.
That's how I feel,
When you're whistling a tune beneath the blue moon in your big old boots, that's how I feel.
When you're playing your guitar beneath the bright star like Jesus Christ was just born, that's how I feel.
That's how I feel, whenever I'm with you.
That's how I feel, whenever I'm with you.
When I find a banjo in my basement closet and I cant play it but I try to, that's how I feel.
When I paint a picture on my wall and the landlord doesn't know it not at all, that's how I feel.
When I find my old childhood memories in a box my momma kept from me, that's how I feel.
That's how I feel,
When you're kissing my forehead sweet as can be in a bed without the sheets, that's how I feel.
When you draw a picture of my eyes with eyelashes that reach to the sky and you tell me I'm beautiful, that's how I feel.
That's how I feel, whenever I'm with you.
That's how I feel, whenever I'm with you.

Reviews

[Brittany W]

The ryhme scheme was great, this poem was simply amazing.

[Preston]

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