Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XIX
Okay kiddies, after a couple of weeks of mopey, introspective bullshit and some nagging from my man Zach, I am back with a vengeance! I promise never to make y'all go another Friday without embarrassingly bad poetry. Well, at least not until I get all caught up in mopey, introspective bullshit again, anyway.
There are no initials at the end of this poem to tell me who inspired it, but if I had to guess, I'd say it was yet another about my first boyfriend Satan, which means I was about 15 when I wrote it. Enjoy!
Take your heart and paint it black
Then lay it on the railroad tracks
And when you never get it back
Call it love
Lose your pride along the way
You never used it anyway
And while you pray for better days
Call it love
Watch your dreams get shattered
All the dreams that used to matter
And when your emotions are battered
Call it love
Drown in the sorrows of tears
Surrender to sadness and fears
And with memories of younger years
Call it love
Here's Volume XVIII.
