What’s making you nervous, little blond-haired girl?
Lost in a red dress in her own little world
A forest of change with falling leaves and dead trees
But you still seem to smile for seconds
For me
But as you run toward the purple cloudy horizon of such a long trail
Like a movie it seems slow, like every minute is frozen
I don’t know where you’re going but I’d like to go too, but my dream is closing
So I’ll say good-bye to you
Lost in a red dress in her own little world
A forest of change with falling leaves and dead trees
But you still seem to smile for seconds
For me
But as you run toward the purple cloudy horizon of such a long trail
Like a movie it seems slow, like every minute is frozen
I don’t know where you’re going but I’d like to go too, but my dream is closing
So I’ll say good-bye to you
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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