sweet sixteen

October 25, 2011
the dull, repetitive process
of going through the motions,
textbook questions,
with textbook answers.
monotony.
the headphones save me
from a cruel death of creativity,
but it's barely enough
to keep me alive.
i'm waiting for something,
and then all i see is yellow,
and green,
with a purple ribbon.
the color rises to my cheeks
as they, in turn, rise with a mile.
the roses materialize,
breaking the monotony
and reminding me i'm loved.
now 16,
and in love with the
sweetest boy,
i've ever known,
who sends roses
on birthdays
with a note
meant for me.





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