Mad about me,
mad about you,
mad about lies,
mad about truth.
mad about sadness,
mad about tears,
mad about every f@#$%#n thing there is,
Ive been mad for years.
Mad about hopeless,
mad about wrought,
mad about waiting,
mad about not,
mad about hating,
mad about about love,
mad about every f@#$%#n f@#$%d up deal
to the point I want to kill.
That might make me happy...
Ive been mad for years. aint that the truth..lol. I like how you end it its almost like you were like doing it for school then was like ok thats good enough for me but I'll have to think about it... it's cute. Becca
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very very good Ken keep writing