New Romantic by Rachel Reid (16, Georgia)

A new cascade of endearment
A summer melancholic myth
Too real to touch, transparent ways
Peculiar times are never the same

A figment only kept under floorboards
Forever knocking on front porch doors
Spectral places in childish faces
Desiring only more mystic spaces

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Whispers of intention, intentional normals
Expensive words decorate discussion doorbells
If colors are beautiful, can I show you mine?
Like fleet-footed winters, and lost summer time
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Tender compassion and respectful glances
An early reflection of the new romantic
Darkly mellow with a fervent fever
Head underwater, he’ll never leave her