i want to see those shining lights just beyond my door,
I want to see the one who can break down these doors,
I hear the pop and whistle of those damned shining lights
Those florescent lights out in the night
A fight was booming in the home and all i felt was pain
I had not a single thing to gain
Each pop and whistle sounded the more my tears down my face
Everytime i heard those lights i wanted to drop
I hear those pops i soon had dropped my eyes blured by what would never be good
Tradition broken yet again a fight.
Left me sobbing into the night
i wished for somewhere to escape the shouts, i wondered why no one could hear me out...
Little by little my heart sank more
Deeper and deeper she ank to that cold ass floor
Counting the seconds till she could walk out that door
94672800 seconds until she could leave...
Her fight draining the longer those shining lights popped and whistled without and end in sight
July 4, 2017
again july 4th and stuck in prison
10:09pm
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From The Heart
PoetryDo you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to ge...
