Fixing.

this is extremely relevant right now.

my format was stolen,
before it was made,
I produced the sinners inside of my brain.
I am to blame everybody but me,
cause you made me,
you made me,
you made me you thieves.

Hipsters dumpster of broken hope,
a hundred losers, who broke their wings,
Inside a scape of mind to find, 'that everything was fine,
all along.

At least its their favorite song.

I knew to leverage what you drew,
you tipping traitor you fool you grew.
I think shes ok,
and I'm just fine,
but i broke both our bones mining our minds.

As if there is something greater than you,
a bed where i came from,
from the potential you grew,
instead where i blame from,
I focus on you.

Surrounding our souls,
I build you a bridge,
a place that we'll go to,
every time that we kiss.

I've noticed the black board,
I see you have chalk,
the problems we came from,
reply, "lets take a walk".

Reviews

[roarke]

Excellent. Rhythm, rhyme, concept and depth. What else could you ask for? Bravo.

[Ed Hart]

as always, you certainly take our minds on a merry walk

A wonderful lovely clever poem with a wink.... I like this. Well done!