A Little Poetry

Go out

I really want to get out of here, I really don't want to listen to the ongoing brawls that the rest of my family participate in, nor do I want to take part in them.

I want to get out of here, but I have no where to run to. I have no where to go and I'm not allowed to go out this late.

I want to go out and meet you under an old pine tree in the middle of the pitch black park, where no one can see what we do.

I want to lay under the stars in your arms a two in the morning when I woke you up - sorry about that - so that you could meet me here, but I really had to get out of here.

You have to believe me when I say that I can no longer listen to all the sharp words coming from their mouths.

I low that they're not true but I still think about them. They're my parents, they would tell me the truth right?