These days are endless
where we begin that process
of growing into all of these
inescapable imperfections
learning the fine art of how to balance
like a dancer on her toes
all of our wants and needs without
falling into a mess on the wooden floor.
Our young hearts carry the weight
of starstuck glances,
unspoken sins
and thoughtless mistakes
ruled by a two step tuned heartbeat.
and we're only asking, no praying,
for that moment
to right our teenage wrongs
or have that second chance.
We are flawed.
bound to flights of fancy,
insecurities making visible our underlying fears
of being alone or losing the one,
and hopeful daydreams that our hearts
may guides us home.
