Childhood Memories

Anger inside
Eats me alive
Sweet memories
Childhood bliss
Not my memories
Not in my youth
You told me lies
I asked for truth
Roses are red
Bruises are blue
A slap in the face
For me from you
My low self esteem
This lack of worth
My broken dreams
All screwed up and insecure
Distrusting loveless life
Just as you told me
Still cut like a knife
Roses are red
Violence is blue
A punch in the face
For me from you
The future is bright
Amount to nothing
My destiny is golden
Die with nothing
You gave me life
I asked for nothing
You gave me nothing
I got what I had coming
Roses are red
I’m always blue
Sweet memories
Of me and you
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s