By Hazel Smith, TIWP Student

up and down the street
torn jeans
nothing quite as sweet
love-drunk teens

the day you left me
your eyes sparkled in the sunlight
no one will ever be as pretty
someday i’ll be alright

teetering on the edge of nothing
falling and falling
crushing and crushing
your voice is enthralling

blasting all my favorite songs
make the bad feelings fade
your arms are where i was supposed to belong
why’d you have to go away

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