My Humble Opinion

Written after reflecting on my other work

I'll give you pretty words someday 

Instead of the usual gloom

I know it's not much to ask

for lines about flowers and lovers 

instead of crashes and empty holes 

I'm sorry for writing what's in my head 

How much longer can we turn out s**t about 

our suicidal, drug addicted, miserable lives

before the world says "who gives a f**k?" 

too late

How do you tell the difference between 

who's writing from the rooftop 

and who's never been there

but wants a good story to tell? 

Reviews

[That Guy]

Raw, from head to paper! perfect!... Maybe I"ll stop and smell the flowers or is it roses? Great read....

[ARLorenz]

Thank you very much