The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
Thief in king's clothes

Honesty only goes so far
when I can't open up all the way
sometimes I just wish I could tell you
and get it over with
so you could see the real me
not someone you could love at all
I couldn't let you
I'd let you down
let my walls crumble
leave my heart unprotected
drop my mask and show my scars
the metaphors are making me sick

I'll tell you another lie, steal your heart
and live the king's life a while
Crashwingking

I shouldn't crash cars in the sky right now
it's much too late for that sort of thing
tonight I think I'll just sleep
and tomorrow I can speed again

I know it's wrong
but I can't change
music fades
I drive back to my old self
crash into my old ways
repressed and depressed again

I can't find me
but I know I'm here
yeah
I was here before, I'm sure of it
where did I go?
Did I crash just now?
Did I speed into the sky?
Your Adam...

Alive
a light
shines on me
tonight

Sleep tight
under stars bright

I miss you
My Eve...

Mispronounce my name
and see through me
I find it funny somehow
that you don't laugh
the joke is lost on you
The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
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