They wrote me, 'I was dead and done'
Before I'd been forgiven
The bond a love a broken gun
My freedom reign, a prison
My freedom rain left ugly stains
And I wanted you covered
You are my friend. Whatever, then.
What makes your love a lover?

I've given up on in between
And all the books of romance
My punctuation wanes and leans
Like two drunks in a slow dance
But all my clever words are dull
Like all the blades that cut me
And saturday is nice and all
But I still live in Sunday

I love you when you give up
And I miss you in your hope
Because I am a broken boy
Who never learned to cope
Who stole his heart to make a poem
But only made a rope
And couldn't tie the perfect knot
So death dissolved like soap

I wanted to be special, yes
I wanted to be seen
I wanted to be black and white
And all the grey between
I wanted to be son and father
Wanted to be mean
Drink scotch and watch the ****ing game
That was a man, it seemed

But all the men are dead and burnt
Their ashes hitching rides
And all my hopes are lonely ghosts
And all too drunk to drive
And you could say I drank away
My senses near the tide
But I'll show you, like black and blue
Our mirror image dies

You'll be just what you want me to
And you will be a lie

And in this bliss we reminiesce
Until the sun subsides

And I am just a clueless clerk
With no nametag to hide

Believe me when I say, doll
That my card here's been denied

So like my dad they'll send a check,
With a thank you and a $5

Loved it (((PP))) Heartfelt.

it's great.

Exceptional poem PP, but these two lines really do it for me.

And saturday is nice and all
But I still live in Sunday

Lots of meaning behind this....

I love the hell out of your opinions. It's difficult to express. Also, it helps when you like my work.

Very nice pp. I really liked it.

Seriously loved it PP..