|the youth is fighting back with each broken smile
Author: Wear Me PM
i talk in quotations and colour my nails with sharpie, laughing between my tears like our generation does so wellRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Words: 299 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 04-20-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2350614
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Last night I sat around drinking Bacardi and getting high, talking about how Kurt Cobain was to pure (or tragically cracked) for this world
Laughing about how in ten years time we will all be 'two-kids-with-a-beach-house-and-a-dog' perfection.
Working in offices grumbling as we spill coffee down our shirts like its just another day in suburbia waiting for our lunch break, not remembering once upon a time we were young and so beautifully b.r.o.k.e.n
We d a n c e d to Jimii Hendrix
Screaming fuck you to education
Making up pretend promises that we will work at burger king for the rest of our lives as a silent screw you to the nation
...But we'll be studying for tests by Friday (but that's beside the point)
I breathe in life and out death and we talk about how each second we are dying
Laughing between the t.e.a.r.s. I say "if I ever get old, kill me"
And we laugh so hard it hurts and someone pulls out a bottle of whiskey.
I talk in q.u.o.t.a.t.i.o.n.s. and colour my nails in with sharpie
I draw ball point pen confusion all over my legs
and dot my toes with misshapen hearts (one for all of us)
And then I stumble home,
S t a r i n g at the stars and swinging on lamp posts because I wanted to
It all made sense again, living in the fairytales I read when I was nine.
Reciting Shakespeare all-the-way-to never never land
But all I was thinking about was how you kissed me and said,
"I'll see you on Monday"