A chaperone was required
If one of us went on a date
So when the older caught a boy
I had to do what I hate
I was tagged along
Forced into third-wheeling
The night seemed so long
Mustang brakes squeeling
The boy sucked
The ass of a cigarette
I kept my face tucked
To stop an asthma attack
Older's doe eyes
Crept the boy's face
I lost my despise
For admiration like that
Looked so kind
I grew to befriend
Older's boyfriend
For we had
A ridiculous amount
In common
However
He was spoiled
Held no respect
His selfishness boiled
Older was too young for him
And he knew it
Used her need of attention
To his advantage
So I was the chaperone
To the grand finish
Of their polluted
And withering relationship
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My Life Poetically-Dressed
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I wrote about each year of my life. Some years will have more than one poem. I know this platform is mostly for novels and such, but I felt like receiving feedback on my poetry. I hope you can feel heard, seen, and l...
