time sleeps and i listen
to the same song a hundred times
until there is nothing but its lyrics
repeating in my mind because
right now, somehow,
it is everything i need.
a/n- these days slip past so quickly and in a few more weeks, i turn sixteen. it is unsettling because i love being 15 and the thought of growing up makes me sad.
this is going to be a series of poems where i write about lots of these aching and bittersweet emotions and even happy (maybe) emotions that i have in these last few days before i turn a year older.
the song in this piece is 'freshmen' by the verve pipe.