Hymns upon the lips
of the teenagers living
their lives
in secret-
that's all you can hear
ringing
in the distance.
Prayers from the parents
hoping that perhaps
their little angel
isn't caught up in
all that teenagers do.
Too bad we know
the truth.
The straight A student
sneaking out at 3 am
or turning on his webcam
just for the satisfaction
of what he's able to do,
the perky girl
with the
"stable"
group of friends
going out,
getting high,
forgetting about tomorrow,
those that don't pick up every girl
still have a secret life
somewhere
deep inside
and all that is okay
to a certain point
because that's what we do.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
Hymns upon the lips
of the teenagers living
their lives
in secret-
that's all you can hear
ringing
in the distance.
Prayers from the parents
hoping that perhaps
their little angel
isn't caught up in
all that teenagers do.
Too bad we know
the truth.
The straight A student
sneaking out at 3 am
or turning on his webcam
just for the satisfaction
of what he's able to do,
the perky girl
with the
"stable"
group of friends
going out,
getting high,
forgetting about tomorrow,
those that don't pick up every girl
still have a secret life
somewhere
deep inside
and all that is okay
to a certain point
because that's what we do.
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