The homeless man living in your ear
tells you everyone is crazy,
this life doesn’t make any sense,
and, yeah, showers aren’t
needed for survival,
but it would sure be nice.
I listen to you talk
about the best park benches,
steaming bowls of stew,
your search of a
and all I can do,
all I want to do, is
make my voice sound
like an old sweater.
I realize that’s all you’re really
looking for, isn’t it.
When you get out of an audition and it could go either way
i don’t think my destiny was thought out very well
“And now I finally know what it feels like
To risk everything and still survive
When you’re standing on the battlefield
And all the pain is real
That’s when you realize
That you must’ve done something right
Cause you’ve never felt so alive
Holding out for more than I deserve
And hanging on to all your careless words
Maybe it’s time I cut the cord
Maybe I stay and take some more
I’ve become the leader of the broken hearts”
ndru-wins submitted: thanks for reading and reblogging my poem! It's much appreciated :)
Oh my god, no problem. It’s absolutely beautiful.