I’ll start a revolution, make my own brand./ I’m blocking out all the white noise;/ but your eyes are like a black hole, I just might give in. Read on
Atlanta Teen Voices / all
Their skirts billow in the wind. Their heads glisten with the beautiful scarves they wear with honor. Read on
Fallen leaf,/ Fallen leaf,/ Why have you left your tree? Read on
Trees claw,/ Birds crow,/ Stuck in the mud -/I have to go. Read on
and a movie./ This isn’t the kind of town that people/ pass through for more than business or family matters. Read on
— for whatever reason. Maybe they misplaced something on the/ kitchen counter/ or forgot to leave something there. Read on
