horror stories muffled by pillow forts and blankets that stretch across the
vast of my beloved
room.
in hiding--
your young skin
is shielded
by a lonely
shadow dancing
with sunlight.
the room's symphony plays on as
a crescendo of
soft laughter
and light footsteps
cues in.
magazines sprawled on
the carpeted-floor
jennifers & ashleys
glamorously sporting
shiny hair.
away messages
are synonymous
to x's and hearts
bordering
your
besties' names.
and these are the best
years of your life
but it just feels like dirt
to your name
being young
gets old.
mobiles in purses
strapped to your chest
"I HEART NY" keychains
dangling by the locket
that frames your blurry
picture of
him.
you feel so important
surrounded by friends
and people who
shower you with
lots of
cheap love.
you don't care
about what you don't know
and it's easy
living
when all you're living
is the lie of happiness.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
horror stories muffled by pillow forts and blankets that stretch across the
vast of my beloved
room.
in hiding--
your young skin
is shielded
by a lonely
shadow dancing
with sunlight.
the room's symphony plays on as
a crescendo of
soft laughter
and light footsteps
cues in.
magazines sprawled on
the carpeted-floor
jennifers & ashleys
glamorously sporting
shiny hair.
away messages
are synonymous
to x's and hearts
bordering
your
besties' names.
and these are the best
years of your life
but it just feels like dirt
to your name
being young
gets old.
mobiles in purses
strapped to your chest
"I HEART NY" keychains
dangling by the locket
that frames your blurry
picture of
him.
you feel so important
surrounded by friends
and people who
shower you with
lots of
cheap love.
you don't care
about what you don't know
and it's easy
living
when all you're living
is the lie of happiness.
teenage distress
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