The moon shines bright, on a cold suburban night. A young girl gives in to anger, turns off the last house light. He’ll never hurt her again, she’s going to make everything right. At a party a young boy drinks his fill, let’s his body pick up the bill. Once the night begins to die, they take his car for a ride. A nice intoxicated drive, no one is left alive. A mother comes home from work, her son is gone again. Wonders what he did this time, as she walks into the rain. On the outside she appears fine, but on the inside she knows the pain. Somewhere a righteous man is lying, an innocent girl is crying. Everywhere honesty is dying, there’s almost no use in trying. This is the life real, the only thing you can trust is how you feel. 11-29-99 Terraal
Reason for writing:
Reality checked me.
Birth sign: Taurus
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