By Anne, age 19, Florida
Starstruck, they had fallen from grace,
Gently staring at the hopes of the ages,
Likened to a time when we had more than we wanted
And didn't know it until we had less than we needed,
Fair wasn't even a word and kindness was rare,
Sometimes it's easy but not today...
The tears flow freely but forgetting all meaning,
And behind it all there are memories,
Like a favorite scar, enclosing pain but still nice to reflect upon...
I like my life shaken not stirred,
After all I'm the girl who knows how to smoke but chooses not to,
And picks a passion instead of her poison,
Chewing the lacquer off my second to last finger,
And bookmarking every other hour of my life...