new romantics (taylor's version), ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 01:44
a sunset to end all sunsets,
pink and blue flood the sky one last time.
write your resolutions, place your bets,
this new year is going to be yours and mine.
light the first sparklers,
gold showers into the dusk,
marking the final six hours,
decked out in red for luck.
happy new year, cheers to you and i!
i'll be fifteen by july,
how time does fly!
two thousand twenty-three, i bid you goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
[14] - monday's child.
Poetry𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.