Lines

I march in line

One foot, two foot

Rollings steps

Reed to my lips

 

I write in lines

Words meaning everything

Sometimes nothing

Fearlessly unerased

 

I hold the line

Barely a weight

Clutched in my hand

Is that all it is?

 

I make the lines

Marred in white

Regretfully stained

Permanent

 

I toe the line

Between admittance and lies

Making excuses

A corrupt secret

 

I feel the lines

A part of me as I am of them

Dark against light

Reverse in the sun

 

I draw the line

It's gone too far

Now I tell him

Now they all know

Reviews

[Destructive Impulse]

Wow I like this alot. First stanzas about marching band you nerd. :P

[Circadian]

Well yeah, I had to put something in there. :P

[Destructive Impulse]

*rolls eyes*