It was Punk Rock

Just a poem about love

Our love was Punk rock.

It was love when we moshed at our first show. 

When we skanked in the rainy street.

When we were angry about the s****y cards that we were delt.

It was love when we realized we both hurt, so much that we were numb.

We needed to feel so we crashed into each other.

It was love when you carried me, because you had boots and I was slipping.

It was love when I shaved your first mohawk.

It was love when we screamed along with tom.

It was love when we left each other. 

It was s**t, but it was also love. 

Now it's love when you stay by me at a show, because pits give me panic attacks.

Its love when you drive to see me once a week.

Its love that you love me even though I am broken.

Im so f*****g broken.

And your so f*****g punk rock.

And all we have is love.

Reviews

[Roughtrade Gibson]

Roughtrade says: This is pretty cool in a disdainful punk rock way. Love ain't punk in other words and it shows.... :)

[Jamestown]

Brought me back to my younger years, I giggled a couple times
young and in love, the good old days:) enjoy they fly by and then
you read about them with a smile! Great piece, enjoyed the flash
back, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!