whispery teen girl squad
Is it stupid to think that as I throw my body from place to place in a mad dash for independence and the fulfilling of my wanderlust, that my heart would not go with me? That it wouldn’t pound in my chest and press against my sternum like high heels caught in cobblestones.
That my heart would wander.
It should be no wonder.
That it has settled in the ember of a lit cigarette,
It does not beat
It flickers
Gets brighter
Darker
And then is finally tapped off onto smooth silver surfaces
Time for a change. Time for a revolution. The weather is getting warmer.
That my heart would wander.
It should be no wonder.
That it has settled in the ember of a lit cigarette,
It does not beat
It flickers
Gets brighter
Darker
And then is finally tapped off onto smooth silver surfaces
Time for a change. Time for a revolution. The weather is getting warmer.