maelynslavik

A ton of songs -

Over fifty -

I love them all,

But fade so quickly.

My interest dies

By the tenth repetition,

And so I move on

To a cooler mission.

This beat, this soundtrack

On a loop.

The party ends the dancing

begins

beautiful mutual

agreement that social-ness

is exhausting.

Bouncing spinning laughing

hair in high pony tails

we're models singers dancers

She’s little

Not even 8

But she has hope 

Hope that shines

Through her blue eyes

Hope that dances

Across her face

Just like how she

Dances in the rain

Listening to Taylor Swift 

I’ve been told I’m not worth it
 

Am I really going to listen to the words of

Monsters who can’t see that I’m a human