Teens

 Teens

Windy days slipped away like "I miss you" on tongues

Teens watching trees sway whilst their phones rung

Searching for an anechoic place, isolated from rue

Heinous confessions turn hearts into statues

Party hats in birthday parties, but there is nothing worth celebrating

When you feel your bones weaken & your heart breaking,

The change of hairstyles for dilemmas they cannot mend

With the life they have yet to begin, wishing for its merciful end

Tears becoming debris; they cut off one another,

They delete the photos; it is history forever

Yes, they have fun, and to new people they get acquainted

Though it is still the same night, wishing it was not how it ended;

Now they pour their heart out whenever the sky is raining;

Congratulations, dear reader, you are still worth saving