Chapter 17
youth.
poems.
they don't know us,
can't see us in the dark
when we fit into shadows
like drops in the ocean
cause we're not the same,
not the casual type of sadness
we don't need the 'hard-time-drink',
the 'late-night-pill',
just a 'deep-thought-talk' and
an 'intensive-feel-song'
just need eyes
with raw fire
burning right behind
so we can explode into happiness
without anything
to regret