I wait in the darkness Book clutched in my hand The gate creaks open I scream demands "please sign this I'm your biggest fan" I don't want to hurt her But I stare at the Man She walks passed, But I wanted to run So I just reached for my gun. The look on his cardboard cutout face Is stuck in my mind and can't be replaced But the blood made it real Just like Holden Caulfield Now the guns were pointed at me My hands taken away If you want to know the truth I dont know what I think about it Don't ever tell anybody anything If you do, you start missing everybody I miss John.
niiiiiice love the poem maybe you should rename the title to give an indication of what it's about tho
But how can I be more obvious? The Catcher in the Rye, "the mind of the catcher"...I thought it might ring some bells. Mark Chapman was found with a copy of The Catcher in the Rye in his hand. So thats why I named it that, because Mark Chapman thought he was Holden Caufield. But thanks for the nice comment, really appreciated it.
