Mullets and Cheetah Print

Turned down blue eyes catch me in the corner of the room

"Follow me into disaster" they say

 Out of the dimly lit basement and up to the top of the hill
Where we isolate amongst 2 hearts, the highlife, and unkempt mattresses

 Sloppy teenage recklessness consumes our motives
But Oh! Isn't it so beautiful?
So sincere are our 3am kisses through till dawn

 But... as quickly as we go up we must come down

 Those same turned down blue eyes can't even look at me now

 The lack of choice was made to leave me collapsed on the treebelt

 That night 2 hearts spiraled away from one another
Leaving a scar carved in the place where those glimmers used to live

 Time will inevitably heal us
The scars, becoming warm reminders of our magnetic ways
A snapshot of a life that could never be
Yet will always live on


Written by Samantha Gendreau 






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