Chapter 17 of 100

youth.

poems.63 words~1 min read

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

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