the dogwood tree has a rich history it's one of notoriety and fame bleach hallucenations insectide paint it's pretty clear we'll always be the same skin tight skin that breathes you back canada dry carpet and hairpins litter the floor with tinsel and such it's understandable, life without friends You can be christ for all they care you can crucify yourself on a gate gallows of formalities maybe i'll fall they are inexperienced in hate maybe we'll break out of the coldness just you and me will be left sane but really it's not worth the effort no one gets very far on Hikes Lane
Girl you lost me on this one. I read it 3 times. This must be where you live. And friends are not caring, am I getting this right. It don't matter what you do, you never get to far? Am I close here? Sorry, it's probably me, I am tired.
whtdove- i don't think it's supposed to make too much sense... no one is really going to read it anyways. i don't live on hikes lane, but i live near it and my town is the tarpit of the human race. it's just describing a dirty little place with no one to care about you and nothing to really help you out. i don't know, i didn't want to write a bad poem, i just wrote everything about my town that popped into my head sorry
Roxane, don't be sorry friend! That is good that you're putting it down. I know one thing in your town that is helping you. Your COMPUTER! It helps you to reach others and vise versa, I for one am glad you have one, otherwise I would not have met you!