Shake It DownA Poem by Mario VitaleA simple thought in life.
Strange nights, starry eyes
a little something to keep me going no I don't lack in surprise or modesty and yet if honesty was a commodity I'd surely be rich and living it up or dead in a ditch for never giving it up and you just don't quit pry away the drink from my hands and take a sip never seen anyone bite anything the way that you bite on your lip I don't know what you're looking for but you won't find it in me a compliment, a shred of decency a night of thrills and secrecy a shoulder to cry on or just something to ride on no, you won't find it in me Got no money, no worries don't sell drugs never felt the need not a pick me up or shake you down nothing changes when I'm around no I don't want you and you don't want me Living life like a grazed knee the pain is always there it stings something always has to rub up on me so if another stained garment is what you want to be then, darling pick away at my layers I can never seem to heal but I go on like nothing hurts me and it could be worse you could be just another verse in my poetry and the night isn't over yet but you've just about heard enough I bet I don't know what you're looking for but you won't find it in me a friend for the night, a happy ending a story to tell your girls, a heart for mending someone to rely on or just something to ride on no, you won't find it in me Got no money, no worries don't sell drugs never felt the need not a pick me up or shake you down nothing changes when I'm around no I don't want you and you don't want me Still relentless in your advances but I can't take any chances I'm susceptible to heartbreak why do you think I'm sat here drinking alone? unlike you I haven't looked down at a phone I've no one to call, I've nowhere to be if you're wanting a simpleton that's not me I'm not offering late night comfort calls I don't even own a settee are you my therapist now? too many questions are detrimental to trust and I think you've just about heard enough I don't know what you're looking for but you won't find it in me won't pick you up, won't shake you down won't show you a good time and stick around I'm not your wings to fly on or just something to ride on no, you won't find it in me © 2017 Mario Vitale |
AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more..Writing
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