Last night, you called me Arizona,
‘cus I'm “sweet yet slightly bitter”,
on the run in Barcelona,
I’m not giving up, I’m not a quitter.
I fall asleep in a British flag,
you stood smoking by the window,
I pledge allegiance to my Dad,
while we roll around in the green dough.
Come and play in the shadows with me,
where bullets are like sweet candy gobstoppers,
my kiss is the barrel of the gun, you’ll like it,
because we’re the opposite of the calming summer.
Drugs, breathe it up like Pete Doherty,
You’ll get what you’re given,
Together we’re too toxic for Heaven,
and we’ll go unforgiven.
- Author: Niall (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 18th, 2017 08:06
- Comment from author about the poem: One singer I'm inspired by is Lana Del Rey, this poem is inspired by her song Cola, I just made it darker lol. This isn't about anyone in particular, just haven't been in a good place as of late so trying to write happier stuff :)
- Category: Short story
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