Sweet Dreams

Another poem written ages ago. It stems from what I can kinda consider my only break up. But regardless it was still painful.

Sweet dreams

You don’t get to see me cry, my tears are not your souvenirs, you didn’t hold me tight when you lied, you weren’t there to love me when you cheated, I won’t give you the joy of watching me crumble like sand to the ocean, see this edge, I walked away because I’m like you, I can pretend it never mattered to me just like a river in another country that has yet to run dry, as you pull away know you were never part of me when you were inside my own, and now with a widowed heart and a shattered mirror I look foreword and away from the blood you bled when I bit your lips goodbye, sweet dreams liar of my heart

Megan Elizabeth Brown

3/8/07

Dont spike the punch

I wrote this a while ago, but now I feel like sharing everything!

Don’t spike the punch (your mama)

Don’t spike the punch, your baby sister’s gonna drink it tonight, don’t you know where she goes when your mama turns out the light, though the streets are filthy and the night is dark, she finds her way to the alley, she flirts and she works, and she needs to fight them off, so don’t spike the punch, your baby sisters gonna drink it tonight, in the morning she’s tired and can barely study, but her guilt helps the bills get paid, if your mama put the bottle down and gave half a care, your baby sister could be pure today, so, don’t spike the punch, your baby sister’s gonna drink it tonight, don’t you know where she goes when your mama turns out the light.

Megan Elizabeth Brown

3/30/07