And Now, His Long Awaited, Punk Rawk Opera (Or: Break-ups are Fun)
It was just
The other day
I found that note
The one I said
I would always save
That note you wrote
On Valentine Day
Back when we were
High School kids
Sleeping in our
English class
It started with
Hey Baby
A standard way
To say
I’m bored
And that’s exactly
What the next line said
You only wanted
To say
I love you
But had more time
To kill
So you just thought
You would say
What was on your
Mind
And once I read
Your song
My tear soaked lips
Had to tell you
Thank you
Though they waited
Just until the bell rang
And this note
I saved since then
Hey Baby
I’m bored
So I just had to say
I love you
And so until this teacher
Shuts his trap
I thought I’d share
My thoughts
With you
Part B (not original song)
It took some time to find the words
For just what I want to say
I wrote them in my diary
And have been adding more and more
You’re just always on my mind
Though, never said it was a crime
I add something new every single day
I’ll sell a novel when we’re old and grey
This day and tomorrow
And every day that follows
I’ll love you to the end of time
And then I’ll love you more
every time the Sun sleeps
Every hour through the night
You’re always on my mind
With your arms around my body
A way that feels right with only you
I know you think the same as me
Which is why I’ll always love you
Even when I dream
Part C
This is why
I cried
Back then
And yesterday
Or was it
The day before
I really don’t remember
All I know for sure
The trash ran
That day
And I gladly
Let the
Trash man
Take that
Fucking letter
Away
Part D
Sorry dear
Was that too harsh
I was really pissed
To top it off
The mail just came
With a note
Addressed from you
Part E
I tore that into
Pieces
Never even
Stole a peak
At what you had to say
And as confetti
Littered the floor
Around me
Covering the syringe
Which filled my veins
With bliss
Moments before
The first rip
The smallest letters
Glimpsed my view
That note you wrote
On Valentine Day
All those years
Before
With
Just remembering
Written in the margin
Almost
As if
You felt my pain
And thought
Let’s make it worse
Part F
I’m waiting for
The day when
The obituary page
Misspells your name
Part G
Tomorrow
When I’m sober
I don’t think
I’ll think
The way
That I’m thinking now
For all it’s worth…
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Awesome
Raw and true, a brilliant emotion poem, each part fitted in with the one before/after it, keep it up ♥
Thanks Jewel
It was supposed to be a piece to Honor Cobain ( Hints the title ) but I seem to have gotten side tracked from my original goal.
Not side-tracked
just right-tracked. You can tell it's for someone, but you've created it to be full of something else too, so that there's a part of the poem that you can always understand and relate to ♥
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Stop doing that! The way you dig into my mind and think almost exactly as I do is just creepy. But, thank you. I tried to do something that I could say was written in honor of another person, but, in fact, really only have a minor connection and a greater connection to something else (in my head at least) if that made any sense at all.
Hee hee
told you I was psychic!! It does make sense, you write something for someone but in the end it has more meaning to other people and other things rather than just that one person ♥