Flying Away || Poetry

Candles

Stare into the dark

Blow out your candles

Stare into the frosting on the cake

Make a wish

Stare into the gifts on the table

Smile wide, now

Stare into the eyes of everyone who loves you

Take a deep breath, let it go

Blow out your candles

So hey, everybody, I'm just going to take a moment and say...itsmybirthdayandijustturnedfourteen. Yes, yes, it's that time of year again, when I get to blow out the candles and pop all the balloons and have friends over and whatnot, and I'm an entire year older. The big 14! It's also my favorite number, so yeah, I'm pumped. It's pretty great and all, finally being as old as everybody else, or at least most of them anyways. So I guess that's all I wanted to say before I go kick the ceiling and bounce off the walls (no, I haven't had coffee...yet) and have myself a merry little birthday time (sorry, no Christmas songs anymore, until November anyways).

~Alyssa~