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Apr 2015
Inside of me you started a fire
That was done by your lovely lighter

One that was soon to die out
For my thoughts were thought to be too loud

Its easy to bring silence on the mind
When you been shot up in the spine too many times

Not with a gun but a medicine needle
Proving the fact that we were never equal

Maybe you should string my corset a little tighter
After all I never been much of a fighter

Don't think of me as weak
I express my self in the form of pen and ink

I'm starting to break free of this prison
In a form that doesn't require the color of crimson

And if I don't succeed ill give you the key
To write my name in the diary of defeat

It might take endless amounts of attempts
But I can't live much longer with this noose around my neck

Like telling a smoker to give up cigarettes
You might as well quit and forget

Ill disappear without a notice
That will be my one and only promise

And while your standing there alone
You'll then identifi what I failed to shown
Kate
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Kate  USA
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