I'm a bad girl who does bad things.
I stay out till 3am
And I can
Drink
Drink
Drink
Whisky down, spirit up;
I'm in love with the way
The world spins,
Oh, so sickening.
It's riveting
How the clock seems to stop ticking.
I'm a bad girl who does bad things.
Touch me all you want;
I'm used to it.
He was as drunk as I was young -
A little silver tea spoon
In the pallid light of
A hollow moon.
I'm only lucky he
Gave up so soon.
I'm a bad girl who does bad things.
I've become accustomed
To taking the blame.
Every tear, every stain
That taints my mother's pillow case.
I'll take the shouting,
Take the pain.
I promise I'll never be bad again.
- Author: draculazy (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 10th, 2018 19:42
- Category: Sad
- Views: 23
Comments3
HI BECCA ~ I guess we all do BAD things when we're 18 ~ I know I did ~ I have had Irish Girl Friends and they are very Lovely ! When we are bad there's always a price to pay so I tried not to be too bad ~ and I always treated Coleens with respect ! I like your last line ~ is that your NY Resolution ? Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN (UK)
Thanks !! - b
Great poem, a horrific act cleverly disguised within the pace of misleading text.
Thank you 🙂 x - B
You’re not really a bad girl; perhaps a bit confused as was I; especially while under the influence of copious quantities of alcohol. Thanks for the good write bad girl.
Thank you! - b
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