2:51 A.M.A Poem by IsabelInspired by this song.You like the taste of September. Can't wash it out of your mouth. Year old newspapers Scattered all around your floors. A girl named Molly screaming at your face. She wanted all the attention that you've wasted. Well she's gone forever with some knowledge of your past. Look at you walking, secretly hoping for the guts to run fast. Red and blue hues imprinted in your dark, black hair. Slowly and hesitantly you threw a punch aimed at the air. Nighttime rolls around, but you can only small talk. You can't stand the newly paved sidewalks. Breezes thrash, cutting clean through. Autumn bruised leaves fall gracefully around you. Veiled by them and they silently judge you. You can't ignore the pure silence in your mind. Pretty sure you've lost track of time. Destruction made like a passion And you put the pieces together for the sake of a distraction. Stuck in the words from months before. Something said here, something said there And you realized you can't do this anymore. With a silver gleam in your eye and lips sealed with what you have told, You walked away, passing every street of gold. © 2015 IsabelAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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