While the car drives
Over the pavement
He's leaving some scars
Pavement's payment
Lava is the sidewalk
Don't listen to the voices
In your head that talk
Of your limited choices
Stay in white lines
Stop when it's red
Follow the signs
Before they rip your head
Be aware of the state
Of your dear vehicle
No matter how much faith
You can't expect a miracle
Nights like those
When feet were burning
Not a single hose
To ease our mourning
Didn't leave much rather
Than a narrow path
Covered by storm weather
With a lightning set
Disguised in the dark
Night remained still
Leaving a lasting mark
On ones it couldn't kill
YOU ARE READING
alone in the night
Puisithese are some of my poems if they could be called that. that is just my way to express myself and to let it all out when i fell i have no one to talk to. i know they are nothing special, but if someone finds comfort in any of my words, i will be ve...
