Revisiting my thoughts: Poem from within [Vol 4] *RE-EDITS IN PROGRESS*

Sweet Afternoon Chaos

Our youthful spirits

Entangled in our hands.

They latch together

As we run through the town.

Foolishness spreads across our faces.

Mischievous runs and dodges from the law.

We have a dangerous plan.

They just won't understand.

They can't catch

What they're not anymore.

Hopeless romantics.

Unstable souls.

We spray it on the walls.

They cannot track or seek us in the same crevices

They once ran through

When they were

Young,

Dumb,

Rebellious,

And in love.

I'm hoping they always come close to catching us.

Let's continue to make headlines.

Make more commotion.

Running free.

Feeling young.

Believing in fun.

And trusting only in us.