Meg Ryan and the Vila of Kurtwood Smith

As once a flame, now a fog

clogged towards the unknown

 

Darkness not told,

In my mind I can't

Hold

The year 2008

Has never been told

 

Back then my mind blown

My heart ripped to shreds

 

A loud specter

Drunk off necture

In a lecture

Judged cause he couldn't see

 

Fake as they all could be

So sad every time he speaks

said she never notice me

 

As we can see through the eyes

Of deceit

The bar codes don't match yet

she smiles at me

 

But woe is you,

The pleasure of being spoiled

Belt around my neck

When your crimson view puts me in dread

 

But the pressure's to tough

Just had to give up

From this middle school nightmare

Talking with the dead 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A well written poem. Thank you for sharing...Pen on...:).............

[Gabby Nieves]

For some reason humans can't get over our evil past. F**k 2008. F**k it. F**k middle school to hell. This was awesome, keep writing Cahjli