Posted in Poetry

Teenage years

Our arms

Painted with these

Soon to be faded tattoos

Our hearts

Filled with these

Feelings of nothing to lose.

Our bad behavior

Forcing us into

Situations where we

Only Act now

And never think later.

Our voice of reason

In the backseat

Next to the friends

4 years from now

We won’t keep

Never once a

Good nights sleep

Too busy

Getting wasted

In your beaten up

old red jeep

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