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State of Mind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Dear Danny,

I sit alone behind these grey concrete walls, wondering if the Police really know it all?

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Submitted: May 12, 2019

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State of Mind

 

Dear Danny,

 

I sit alone behind these grey concrete walls, wondering if the Police really know it all?

Craving just a little male affection, when all I seem to get is your rejection?

Write me letters, pick up the phone, need your sweetness, so sick of living here on my own.

I loved you, baby, you loved me, said I loved ya, it just shows how cruel a young girl can be.

 

You were dating a girl called Kayleigh Grainger, picked her up when you were park ranger,

I took your jeep and I tried to slam her, beat her up with my old claw hammer,

I found you, baby, you found me, said I loved ya, it just shows how cruel a young girl can be.

 

The way I dressed drove your mind half-crazy, short skirt, vest and sun so hazy,

I lay back, could afford to be lazy, in the grass, on drugs, our eyes were so glazy,

I f**ked you, boy, you f**cked me, said I loved ya, just shows how cruel a young girl can be.

 

Never, ever going to see your blue eyes, run my fingers inside your hairy thighs,

Never, ever going to get excited, in the love tryst that I invited.

I miss you, boy, do you miss me? Say ya love me, show me just how kind a poor boy can be.

 

Our love went sour when I had my turns, scalding water and red-hot cigarette burns,

Bet ya didn’t know, I’d only just started, loved ya look when you’re hurt face smarted,

I hurt you, boy, ya still loved me, said ya loved me, just shows how wrong a poor boy can be.

 

It was just my state of mind, left my heartbeat far behind,

From a twisted point of view, it shows how much harm a sick girl can do.

 

Never, ever going to see your black eyes, run my carpet-knife down your big hairy thighs,

Never, ever going to get so excited, as in the love tryst that I invited.

I miss you, boy, do you miss me? Say ya love me, show me just how kind a poor boy can be.

 

Dear Danny,

 

I leave behind these four grey concrete walls, wondering if the Police really knew it all?

Craving just a little male affection, when all I seem to get is your rejection?

Write you letters, pick up the phone, need your sweetness, so sick of living life on my own.

I love you, baby, do you love me? Say ya love me, show me just how kind a poor boy can be.

 

Well, it’s just my state of mind, leaves my heartbeat far behind,

From a twisted point of view, it shows how much harm this young girl will do.

 

Am I ever, going to see your blue eyes, run my fingers inside your hairy thighs?

Am I ever going to get excited, in the love tryst that I’ve invited?

Hello, Danny, it’s only me? I still love ya, well it shows how crazy a girl can be.

 

Never, ever abuse, harass, be violent to or act hatefully towards those who love you.


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