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 Mar 2012 Christopher Bales
JL
I am disrespectful
Absoloutley no good
Setting off fireworks
In your head
And handing you
Fast still moments
Of peace
And home
A warm bed
No longer a wilderness sleep
Having a hometown shame
Don't grab me in these moments
With tunes of sorrow
I'll grow
Shattered through the basement window
In a dusty
Locked up box
I found a knife
That folded
Carved with your name
Title by Odi
I wanted to say something here but, I couldn't think of what to put so I thought of this.
it just isn't Spring
until you see a
field engulfed in
flames
smoke shrouding the highway
fire lining the hills

once I was driving home
& I could swear I was headed
straight into Hell
with the red night sky
& an inferno on either side
of me and my car
sweet, sweet Lydia
but I'll be ****** if it
wasn't absolutely
beautiful

to me, Hell would be more
like a ghost town in
winter
nothing but fog
& cold

quiet
& rain

Heaven would be a
sunny day
at Woodstock in
1969

& I dare you to convince me
otherwise

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