confessional

class of 1999

i see you in a whisper

(it’s embarrassing, because we’re not friends)

and it’s all so scary out there

but there are stars

light pollution, windows open

and i’ll wish that i was the one that made it

i’m not ready to leave my friends behind

can you hold my hand, class of 1999

(you will be alright)

picture frames and perfect preferred 

take it from my hand, it’s better then

cold light shining

(i never wanted it to end)

books i’ll read before the summer ends

prepared for

the big wide world in front of me

(i’ve never been this confessional)

dragonfly caught me by surprise and

firefly takes its toll on me

reunited with the memory

i’m from here and there 

i’ll tell her but the words are empty 

(but i’m not lying either)