skinny dipping in a public beach at ten pm
then sit on the curb while we wait for our friends
laughing under yellow streetlight glow
i was warming up in your sister's clothes
didn't know real pain and that was okay
shouldn't have to grow up this quick anyway
but how deeply i miss being young and free
i'd give anything to be in summer at 13
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
