21 and rising
my words fill in blank memories,
while images of you stay fresh like ocean air—
weaved in my soul like the braids of my hair.
an addict of wrong addictions,
but so sweet is the taste
until you discover—life comes un-laced.
twenty-one and rising:
you were the only love I didn't borrow
kiss me now for I know of no tomorrow.
lost souls are but shooting stars;
I wish I may, I wish I might—
with two black freckles turned to the night.
two decades plus one
and to be a lover was my only care,
when in fact, it's the impossible I dared.
twenty-one and rising:
with nothing to show but sorrow
kiss me now for I know of no tomorrow.
a truth is best hidden between two lies,
you didn't hear it through the goodbyes.
you didn't hear it through the goodbyes
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