Everything was out of order and scattered, but we were so happy. We liked our every 56 day anniversary and spending it at a old bowling place that's main drink was bud light. We were content with running into convenient stores and getting the most bizarre items we can find and buying them just because we could. We liked having picnics next to willow trees and take pictures of our hands intertwined but never posting it anywhere, because it was our special time and we kept it so secret you'd think if someone found out we'd die.
And we liked being reckless, as long as we would never crash we will scatter our memories in every piece of this land. Making everyone know were here and messier then ever, but also happier then anyone could ever imagine.
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
