Some Things

Some Things

A Poem by Sorry Infamous

Here I am, again, Intoxicated,

Hanging off your thin lips

With only my teeth.

Some things, they never change,

You are the universe.

Never ending.

Oh, Universe,

Sleeping on my couch.

Or in my bed.

But mostly,

passed out,

on my bathroom floor.

some things, they never change,

Like most evil spaces,

You are the warmest place to be.

I would pack my bags but,

Broken hymen,

You are my baggage,

And white angel wings.

Some things, they never change

I am your hearse.

You are dying to get in me.

© 2008 Sorry Infamous


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some things never change . . . excellently written

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow i can see why it is your favorite ones you wrote... full of brilliant and powerful lines all the way through... showing the darker side of love and how it is hard to shake even when it is bad for us... the ending knocked me off my feet. This is amazing.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This had a very unique flow. I liked it to the point where i read it twice. I liked all the comparison you placed here as they helped me to feel the passion within.

"Here I am, again, Intoxicated,
Hanging off your thin lips
With only my teeth.
Some things, they never change,
You are the universe."

Well written.

Never ending.

Oh, Universe,

Sleeping on my couch.

Posted 14 Years Ago


well that was tricky
really cool

Posted 14 Years Ago


Oh snap! Most poignant and oh so accurate...Great job!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Awwwwwww jajaja i love this. Simply love it. :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


I agree, I like where the poem ended. You keep the reader on their feet.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Unexpected clever twist to this piece of writing excellent

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Sorry Infamous

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