our feet the pitter! patter!
against the cold concrete (jumping from puddle to puddle,
letting out whoops of delight)
we owned the night as we scribbled signatures into the setting sun.
(we're coming we're coming we're coming)
we were the wild youth (chasing stars until dawn)
you could hear us in the streets, spray paint cans clinking
police sirens howling in the distance (they called us reckless)
but not a single ounce of regret flashed in our eyes
as our hearts pounded with teenage uncertainty.
how could it, the thrill of alcohol burning down throats
and the tentative grins that emerged from our drunken
state was an ecstasy.
pitter! patter! you can hear footsteps down
the alley, and you'll smile to yourself knowing the wild youth
ran amok through the nights, trailing their hands on the night
and staining the stars with grins and glowing eyes.
— we are the reckless, the wild youth
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SUN SETTING
Poesíait was at that time of ruin, that the stars rose from their graves. skytaints | all rights reserved ©
