Teenage Years

Thirteen years old

Wind blowing through long blonde hair

Cascading rivers down my back

Inviting boys and girls alike in

Asking them to dive deep into my darkest parts

Not yet discovered

Not young enough to be considered a child

Not old enough to be considered wise

Letting anyone with a pretty enough smile in

Never knowing when to push people away

Pain and betrayal al too easy to come by

Still too young to know how to protect

Against pretty smiles filled with fangs

Pretty boys with pretty smiles

New school, New friends

Good Decisions, Bad Decisions

Long afternoon walks

Gentle Brown eyes

And a know-it-all smile

Whispered promises

A broken promise

A broken innocence


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