Teenage vibrations illuminate
in the dead of silence.
Cars parked on the cliffs of our
sleepless nights with
fogged up windows and
lustful sounds.
Brakes only keep us
grounded until we
decide to soar off the edge.
Seat belts won't keep
us safe from the thoughts
that kept us
tossing and turning. We always
watched each others
eyes turn green at the sight of rivalry.
Warfare was always a
whisper and a slur away. Guns would
blaze, swords would swing.
Battlefields drenched in lost chances
and shallow breaths.
Wishing for a change in the wind,
a slight caress of hope.
One blink too many and it's over.
Don't let me shiver,
turn into ice. I'm not ready for this
adventure to be over.
Her hand crushed my thoughts
into despair. Hand me
down ideas only kill me just a little more.
But it's over, the look in
our eyes before the final crash. I'll free fall
into your arms just as
the alarms rings in the midst of a fantasy.
Dreams end but reality
keeps on living.
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