Swaying in the willowed park,
Fraying leaves and broken hearts
Setting suns on setting eyes,
Empty hands and tearless cries
Dreaming in the drunken dark,
Tulip nights and senseless art
Canvas white and pastels black
Of weightless hands and heart attacks
Sinking in the starless bark,
Window panes and uncast parts
Huddled knees and ankles tight
Of fractured colors once so white
I don’t really know where this came from.
However, I suppose angst is constantly in the hearts of teenagers, even if they’re having the time of their lives.
It’s not that I’m lonely. On the contrary, I’ve never felt closer to people, or life.
So I guess I’m making a tribute to what I was missing before I found it, as I know so many others are looking for it.
But don’t worry.
I’ll wait for you to join me on this side.
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