Native
Ponyboy
Wake up!Our limbs are shaking in face of a probabilityYou arms reaching through miles to rest the unrestTo quell the darknessWake up!Our hands are building a bridge of complete immunityOur words breaking through blindness to change the face of the word of friendshipLast night I wrote a new fable based on the vigor of lionsLast night I ate at the table and listened to stories of courageWe strive to seem impassive but this newscast has shaken.Arms stretch for miles and milesOur blood has been thin and this day is cuttingOur thoughts reach out like a phone lineAlthough hours break us we still bleed the sameBooks soaked with the words describing the nights that we rewrote timeDrives where death was cheatedRoads turn to thoughtsWe hold themLetters sent hours late; we bleed aimlessly
From Letras Mania