Crashing my Friday night with Friends
So that's how teen life really ends
Feel like Bridget at almost twenty
There's just no Mark to tend to me
Start letting go as Julianne once did
Am still holding on to hope a bit
For that confidence that Gracie had
Stepping high heeled, glowing like mad
Get me that Mia smile and that crown
To lift me up from so far down
My soul traveled in time, so it might be
Memories like Donna, only in 2003
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
