over a fence
landing softly,
fast steps
through the snow.
quick, hush!
bold ink,
aiming to a wall.
quoting,
a portrait
of all the things on our minds;
they're yours now.
little works of art
in a lost place,
for us lost kids.
spray cans
clicking,
in the night air again.
a familiar sound,
like a dance
colours out
and I'd say
it smells like teen spirit.
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I wrote this one more recently, really hope you like it :)
Also I'll be back to publishing more soon, maybe another one today or tomorrow. In any way thanks to everyone still reading here. <3
annotation: credits to Nirvana for the quote 'smells like teen spirit' of course, I think it just fit this one...
xo, Sð¹â¤ï¸