You’ve been running around my brain again
and again
and again
STOP
let me compose myself
so I can overdose myself
on things I shouldn’t take but do
they ease the pain that is you
STOP
I wear my heart on my sleeve
but yours isn’t anywhere to be seen
you really haven’t got a fucking clue
you have no idea because all you do
is go running around my brain again,
and again
and again
STOP
you want to hook up so a message you send
you’re at loose end
I haven’t seen you weeks
not heard from you in days
no because you’ve had someone else on the go
but all of sudden you’re at loose end
you want me to come over, stroke your ego
because you know you’ve been running around my brain again
and again
and again
STOP
©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland.
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this is an old poem slightly tweaked , apologises for the photo , couldn’t find an original one of the head fuck (probably burnt or shredded!) So you’ll have to do with one of an ever so sightly tired 47 year old woman AKA ME!!! (I was going to use it on another poem I have in mind!)
I love the raw, honest poem and the picture. Your thoughts and appearance are beautiful.
Thank you I am always honest in my poetry, that’s why I personally love spoken word poetry, but did I forgot how raw I was when originally wrote this one. As for the photo, I’m not particularly keen on photo’s of myself , but this one is ok seeing as I’ve had 47 years of living with demons and survived! he he .
Reblogged this on Artist hidden in the Shadows .
thanks for the like, the follow and the reblogg. But oh your poor followers having to view me, lol!!
You are awesome
Your too kind!