Striving For SatisfactionA Poem by Kes
I like to break my fingers. Okay, so I know it's a bit whacky. I like to scratch my throat out. Don't judge - it makes me happy.
Before you stop reading and turn away, Try to understand what I mean. We've all got things that we need to say, So now I'm welcoming you to my scene.
I'm a singer, guitarist, musician. I'm not a philosopher or poet. I try not to have to make these ommisions, Because I'm sure I'm going to blow it.
But I have to be honest just once or twice. I have to tell you what I believe. You've got to know that I'll pay the price, To do what matters to me.
I know it's not what you want to hear; That I'm not going to do as I'm told. But, listen, I waited for God to appear, And I was starting to get old.
I'm really sorry - please know that. But this is who I am. And know that I can't take it back, Because this all I have.
I like to break my fingers. Okay, so I know it's a little whacky. I like to scratch my throat out. Don't judge - it makes me happy.
© 2012 KesAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on June 17, 2012 Last Updated on June 17, 2012 AuthorKesLondon, Surrey, United KingdomAboutIf you want to know me, take the time to talk to me. I really won't mind. K more..Writing
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