The only time
To explore this town
Is after dusk
And the residents
Have closed their blinds
And drawn their curtains
It's a sleepy town
But not among the youth
Now
Is the only time we can emerge
And be ourselves
We'll be labelled as
Hooligans
And there'll be rumors by morning
How we went out to vandalize and get high
While it might be true for some
It's not the truth
When it comes to me
And a few others
We just want
To be out under the stars
Laying in the streets
Sitting on the curbs
Laughing loudly
Not caring who we wake
Dancing under the moon
And having the time of our lives
We'll tackle each other into the grass
On the off chance of a car coming down the street
They'll yell at us
That we should go home
And not be playing in the streets
We'll only roll our eyes
It's only once the town goes to sleep
I feel alive
Awake and rejuvenated
Bouncing on my toes
Finally
We can put down the masks
And come out of our homes
We're not pressured into being people that we're not
Once this town goes to sleep
We can be
Free
VOUS LISEZ
Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoésieEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...