Writing

The sun was setting, casting an amber glow over the street as I waited on the worn wooden bench at the bus stop. My eyes were drifting along the cracks in the pavement when I noticed someone sitting down beside me.

My Light shines every morning all year round

My Light lets kids play on the playground

Although it's gone at night it is always there 

The circus masters release the red beast,

its mane flowing, great fangs bared,

ready to take a bite out of the audience,

who convinced them to let it out of its cage

Drawn to the sky,

A magnet within a sigh.

The gleam I know all too well,

With words to say, stories to tell.

Wrapping around me,

Rooted in denial,

i wonder how many times he’s said i love you.//

i wonder how many flowers he’s gifted//, how many 

slow dances he’s danced, the ratio between//

They always welcome 16 in opened arms, halfway through the school year, maybe you're driving on the road by now

They say it gets better, sweet 16 will be the first of many great changes, many new things