the back of your shoes cut open, bursting with life; life-force. Virginity loss rewarded with manliness. Awkward sentences, awkward smiles, sweet girl faces, sweet denials. The youths run wild, they run thru the streets, careless and jaded from narcissism. The hallways blur and I feel so scared. I lean back in my chair, the rush of sound hits my brain. It jolts my heart, like you do. Or you did. Or you always will.
Young hearts be free tonight. Time is on your side.
