Your sly tongue, soft lips
Being young, do you think it will last?
I can't even look into the past
Of what was, what is
Girls play with each other
Boys do too, in a way
With their catty words an phrases
And the spaces in between
I believe the experiences I have lived
Are but moments of glory
With the apathy of it all
Teachers said I wouldn't make it
An they're right,
I haven't with my head held
High
With my friends, chasing cars
Speeding down the roads with
Those rello and cigars
The smell of infinite abyss
At that time, I thought It was bliss
Until that day came
When we all grew up on our own
Without each other to whisper the
Secrets of the world
In that small burnt room which contained our thoughts
Through the times of adolescence
And incense of the lives
We have taken
You know, they say that 30 is the new 20,
But I believe death is the new life.
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