Poems from respectthenightowl
I know a girl
Her name is Layla
She’s thin and fragile
Like a ballerina
She smiles with her eyes
And laughs with her heart
She cries with...
I know a boy
His name is irrelevant
The only thing looser than his morals
Are his jeans
He puffs out smoke and a loud “Fuck you”
He uses...
Upside down crosses and middle fingers
The taste of my last cigarette and rebellion lingers
I’m holding his hand in mine and a bottle in...
She sat alone on a sidewalk almost as dirty as her, in a city almost as dangerous to watch the boys skate
With their profanities and...
The youth is struggling
For a voice
A mega-phone world wide message
"We are here, we exist, looking for some acceptance"
The words...