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Poem: Streamers

In another world,

You and I would step out,

Arm in arm,

To dance beneath the streamers

That scream “PROM”

In shades of neon

That you’d call “nauseating”

But make you smile nonetheless

Because the atmosphere there is too upbeat

For a poor design choice to make a difference.

We would sway to too-loud tunes,

Slow-dance on what is supposed to be

One of the best nights of high school,

And pretend that we will be okay,

At least for one day.

j.p

my mood ranges from wanting to be a victorian ethereal ghost haunting in a castle to wanting to be fairy living in the forest in her mushroom house to mysterious woman living her life in her cottage with her cats to badass female mc who murders her enemies to be the mysterious girl who wanders the ruin and is a lil bit creepy to being the girl with magical powers to be a academic who knows all worldly knowledge to be princess with a badass cult of woman , in mere minutes.

“Sometimes we can’t find the thing that will make us happy, because we can’t let go of the thing that was supposed to.”

— Robert Brault