Tie your ropes/ You careless man/ You've lost your hand/ In the height of your work/ So you've returned/ To the home you left/ But righteousness is for the weak/ Yet with a little more discipline/ You could have stood the heat/
By Makenna Nicole6 years ago in Poets
Smoke Does Rise Won't quicken my steps/ Won't question my loneliness/ Won't turn me inside out/ He won't be a quantum for my proof/ He told me to read my own skin/ "I dare you to move"/
Street Lights Looking up/ I have said this before/ Yet, I'm so tired/ Of looking down/ I have found/ There is nothing much/ Past the ground/ I'm still on earth/ Because I haven't found hell/
South Town I can't close my eyes/ Without freaking out/ I can't breathe in/ Without wanting to drown/ I can't speak/ Without wanting to howl/
