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Lyle Sep 2
Out
In their car
My girls
Bass pounding
Smoke filling
Laughing
Screaming
Stars out
We’re out
I’m
Out
Lyle Aug 31
Will someone please
Just look at me
And ask
What are you doing
You are being so reckless
Why are you risking it all
Dont you know you are going to fall

But I would answer with a smile
A real one
Im happy
I’d say
The danger makes it fun
The chase makes it a game
Im finally doing okay
Lyle Aug 31
Who am I
Putting everything on the line
No regard for my life
What have I done
Just for some fun
What am I doing
Why am I here
Lyle Aug 31
Walked down the driveway
Once again
Third time this summer
Got in their car
Sped down the road
Laughing
Screaming
Snuggled up on your couch
Your head on my chest
Where it belongs
My fingers through your curls
Our friends all around us
I didn’t want to go home
Never ever again
Because home is with you
Lyle Aug 30
The tears are sitting in my eyes
But my friends need me
One still isn’t over a breakup
One is battling mental stuff
Im comforting
Caring
Saying the right words
Through a blur
Of my own tears
Everyone has their own battles
And mine get lost in the cause
I swallow them to help others
My fingers are shaking
But I’m typing the words out
To make them feel okay
Even though I’m falling to pieces
Right in front of their faces
Lyle Aug 30
Medicine
For the tears that fall off my chin

You
Heal me with everything you do

Me
Im breaking cant you see

Why
Do I need you to push me so high

Never
Let me forget that I need you forever
Lyle Aug 30
Threw on a hoodie
Slipped on my slides
Walked out the door
I wasn’t running this time
Walked down the driveway
Got in your truck
I planned on coming back this time
Nine thirty at night
I’ll stay ten minutes
We go to the playground
Me and my three girls
And our three boys
We sit on the swings
Our boys behind us
His hands round my waist
As he pushes me to dizzying heights
I jump
Im free
I scream
We laugh and run and hug
His hand up my leg
My girls and I laughing about the boys
His face pressed into my neck
The smoke into our lungs
I’ll only stay ten minutes
An hour later
His hand tickling my leg
Ready to go
I don’t want this night to end
With the cool air
Misty breeze
Fingers tapping patterns on my thigh
Wrapped in hugs
Im falling apart
But I’m also healing
Ten minutes at a time
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