When we were young we are told to stay away from the edges,
That if we fall we'll be hurt.
As the years pass by we inch closer to the ledge,
Curious of what we were warned against.
We sneak peaks,
Eyes searching, hands jammed defiantly into pockets,
Breathing heavy with red cheeks.
We are taught to search our closets for monsters,
Snuggled between our clothes.
We were never taught that monsters lay in the contours of your face.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
When we were young we are told to stay away from the edges,
That if we fall we'll be hurt.
As the years pass by we inch closer to the ledge,
Curious of what we were warned against.
We sneak peaks,
Eyes searching, hands jammed defiantly into pockets,
Breathing heavy with red cheeks.
We are taught to search our closets for monsters,
Snuggled between our clothes.
We were never taught that monsters lay in the contours of your face.
