It Is Not Nice....
I was cursing and yelling
At the crowds on the streets
Crowds really made me crazy
But she told me " It's not nice "
I went to adult movies
And slept with prostitutes
I was a pimp in my secret life
She just said " It's not nice "
I smoked and drunk alcahol
Drugs flew through my veins
I never slept without the influence of pills
She adviced me " It's not nice "
Whenever I did naughty things
Whenever I cheated innocent people
And whenever I forgot my responsibilities
She reminded me , " It's not nice "
She followed me and gave inspiration
I couldn't enjoy anything else
She became the only one who can intoxicate me
I told this to her face and she said " It's not nice "
I changed all my attitudes
I stopped all my evil activities
I asked her to share her life with me
She slammed her door and murmered " It's not nice "
I waited outside with desperation
I knew I can't be a bad person again
Just to avoid me she went out through the other door
She might've thinking " It is not nice "
She went towards my close friend
She hold his hands, hugged and kissed him madly
She begged him " Can you accept me ? '
With much wonder I cried " It's not nice "
Copyright © Jose Stephen | Year Posted 2005
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