A poem about a younger girl who's in love with an older guy.
Curls fly and red eyes
storm through cotton sheets,
Aging willows pull at youthful branches, swaying in the hectic wind we call love.
Morals break like sad hearts and secrets spread like wildfire.
made to keep the lies.
Aching bodies run from the plans that play as loud as rock music.
The beats keep buzzing, buzzing.
Magazines ads are all she reads now.
His novels and
philosophy keep his mind from straying.
Straying to peachy images he can't ignore.
Braids held tight with stressful
Her mind is blanking out to black.
Rouge sweaters still carry their scent.
Smells of wood they can't forget.