sleeping in an empty lot
because you mean a lot
run away
eat bologna all day
church fire raging
children screaming
he breaks his back
wants to get his life on track
could not take the news
ran out like the devil was on his shoes
it was unloaded
shirt is blood-coated
both of them within hours
everything is falling like towers
~Ponyboy Curtis
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This is obviously a poem I wrote about The Outsiders in Ponyboy's P.O.V. (by S.E. Hilton) it's a great book, I would recommend it. Even if you didn't read the book I hope you liked the poem!
xx
~ashley
