Singing soft grunge,
her hips sway softly
to the undertone of
a beaten drum.

She pops bubbles
in her minty gum,
he points fingers
shaped like fiery guns.

Tears of gold
in the dead of night,
she beckons the
innocence she can
no longer hold.

Playing in games,
playing guitars.
Seeing stars,
they're filled
with shame.