teenage girls
taste of bitterness and malice.
of a desire to be liked by those
they punish in private words.
they believe
everyone lives to please
or ruin them.
the golden sun may shine in their eyes
but their hearts are shrunk and black as coal.
if looks could speak,
two piercingly beautiful eyes,
the colour of the sunset over a stormy sea,
would say your self-preservation is bad for their self-service.
they cast their judgements like waves on a windy day.
cascading over serene shores and making you
never
want to wear those shorts again.
i have no good words for teenage girls.
i wish for all i am worth
that i was not cursed to be one of them.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
teenage girls
taste of bitterness and malice.
of a desire to be liked by those
they punish in private words.
they believe
everyone lives to please
or ruin them.
the golden sun may shine in their eyes
but their hearts are shrunk and black as coal.
if looks could speak,
two piercingly beautiful eyes,
the colour of the sunset over a stormy sea,
would say your self-preservation is bad for their self-service.
they cast their judgements like waves on a windy day.
cascading over serene shores and making you
never
want to wear those shorts again.
i have no good words for teenage girls.
i wish for all i am worth
that i was not cursed to be one of them.
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