𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕴 || 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖞 ~ 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

it was my birthday on the twenty fifth of july,
finally,
sixteen.

but really, that number was not all it's cracked up to be...
god, you coulda told me.

it was just another birthday

with screaming,

crying,

pain.

but,
i miss you just the same and i wish that we could drive away

in your car,
the night of my sixteenth birthday,
in the dark

i'd take the midnight train to anywhere just about now,
please,
get me out.

i would've run straight to you,
we share no common sense,
but love and feeling restless

drive faster,
wind flying through my hair and a midnight colored dress.

i don't care.

if every morning i'd wake up to kiss you,
we had nothing to lose.

and here i am,
sixteen,
still alone, a small town girl in a lonely world,
she never stopped believing.

i still have the ring i wanted you to have,
don't ever,
ever,
ever,
forget that.

i want to sit in the dark,
underneath a blanket of stars.

kiss you, kiss me...
whatever.

forget how to breathe.

i can't stop... believing, no matter my heart long ago stopped breathing.

i won't ever stop...

believing.

i still love you, always will,
i'm always your small town girl.

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||small town girl|| ~ angel