On Being Lost

August 3, 2011
By snowybutterfly DIAMOND, Fremont, California
snowybutterfly DIAMOND, Fremont, California
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Favorite Quote:
Gold teeth, Grey Goose, tripping in the bathroom, blood stains, ball gowns, trashing the hotel room, we don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams --Lorde


A catchphrase for every generation
As they turn their faces toward adulthood
Not all at once, but hiding themselves
In memories at every other moment
Dancing till forever crashes down,
To the music they know how many times better
Than they could bear to know themselves
But even after the music has disappeared
For the last time, and she kissed him goodbye
Forever, the echoes of happiness
Still bring remember to my heart
And makes it beat strange, heavy
Warm, with the longing.
Yes, that should be me, yet in
My own shoes I do not walk,
And I miss you, but you are still in tomorrow-
I don't know know how to get there,
Though you begged me to visit, or
If I can, if I have enough tears even
To gather into a pillow and dream on
For one night. I am still lost,
And this map is yet transparent
With eyes I cannot feel.
I hope to see the sunrise
In my white dress, and cry, and
Wish for someday.
And that is the best I can do
For now.


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