Turning round and round
See who’s watching you
And there’s nobody there
Staring into nowhere
Girly, delicate boy
When you know its no use
Why don’t you just face the abuse
She comes along
Sings her song
Her flowing long hair
She takes you nowhere
She clings to you
Her little body moving
Faster than your mind can think
You know every shade
Of her lipstick
Sticky stick
You got your skinny frame
You’ve got the gift of the gab
Your dreams are lame
You’re constantly stabbed
You argue just like a child
It always takes you awhile
To get to where you’re going
Your face is just like a girl
And your mind is a whirl
Of emotional things
Of summers and springs
Girly, delicate boy
You wrote it all down
Her lines and yours
She thought you were a toy
With so much to say
That you could never hear
(incomplete)Push
7 comments:
tea came out of my nose...this is hilarious...good take...
interesting!!!
*all the marlboro men who are readin this are smirking*
I read your poem and I thought you were being sympathetic with this girly boy. I read your explanation and I felt you kind of detested these girly boys. But why do you want to explain your poetry. Let people draw their own conclusions. Be like Robert Plant :) .
hehehe
@ Kartiek- I do detest these girly boys! I like men, not girls! i like gay men, bcoz they're different- they have their own personalities. these guys just emulate girls!
I'm just paranoid. I keep seeing these girly boys everywhere and it feels like men will disappear behind pink shirts and tight pants with golden details!
and i explained my poem.not something i usually do.bcoz i thought it was a slightly touchy topic..i just dont want anyone to misunderstand!
Hahaha!
better than all the songs you made me hear that night put toghether!
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