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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() We were nineteen throwing pennies into pools thinking that youth could deliver wishes to reality Dinner dates seemed like a classic, but two strangers can hardly pass it Park benches and plastic cups filled with ice cream is where we landed in the floral air And I knew the date was over, felt the static taking over Till my waning eyes were captured by yours, and lassitude left my shoulders Because the spark in your eye told me that this night would end in magic The parking lot was out of practice, its time as a stage had long departed, but the moon graced us with enough stage light for two
Though our barren décor was forgotten as you laced the air with Aphrodite's favorite tunes And then I was drawn in closer, your heart beating a pattern that could have only echoed my own As you possessed my breath while you lead us through movements that cut the moonlight itself into two And right then I couldn't tell you what we replaced, maybe gravity or time or space, but I knew that we were moving along to a treasured song that had been building soul bridges for eons We were twenty-one piling on our receipts and debts for the frightened and tortured heads The spring of love bloomed on just to turn and sour in our heat You were not ready to come over, and my head was pounding over So your jacket encircled my shoulders as the skies cried to cover my woeful stride And your living room light warred with relief's highlight on your face Time and pain made their amends deciding that our hearts were deserving of a resolution Right then our pushing and pulling no longer had conflict's scent, as we pushed and pulled each other to see what kind of backdrop the raindrops lent Droplets swathed us in crystals so clean and pure, as we descended to a scene that was only ever captured on a silver screen And once again you encircled me, an acknowledgement of what this meant was felt through your thin, blue shirt The mannerisms of our old habits then manifested itself again as what started at a sway ran towards the tempo of the shower And right then I couldn't tell you what we replaced, maybe gravity or time or space, but I knew that we were moving along to a treasured song that had been building soul bridges for eons We were twenty-three betting like crazy in what we believed because we are the writers of our story Smiles of candor and fiction were strewn across the treacherous path that we traveled on That created the bond linking you and I in what would be us And like the best things in life, it taste like sweet honey laced with bitter ash So with the winds of Autumn twirling for the fourth time around two The man I threw pennies for and shared my receipts to, asked the final question that would prove our bets true On our celestial stage, we had mountains who framed us as we took our place beneath a sky full of stars We no longer had to act as jokers or kings, because comfort was found after the scene And I grasped onto you like I would always do because you led me to light with your heart beat song that I could play on and on and on Now I could mimic your motions with mine, a call and answer so ancient that not even the mountains around us could know And right then I couldn't tell you what we replaced, maybe gravity or time or space, but I knew that we were moving along to a treasured song that had been building soul bridges for eons Comments are closed.
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