I've resorted to doing dumb things
making photo-frames out of smoke rings
and trust me, my loose character
is no longer a factor,
everything and all that was loose
was due to all that excess booze
i know i aint smart, aint rich
but what can i say, lifes just a bitch
and if u just give me some time,
i promise i'll come up with a better rhyme
and i just beg u to see
the only thing i want is for u to go out with me. :-)
2 comments:
ewww! how old were you when you wrote this? ;-)
I was all of 20. :P And its a brilliant poem. Probably the only one i like among the ones i've written. :P
Its from the time i'd just started writing 'poems'. You would know what i mean. ;)
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