The YouthI am overgrown gardensThe Youth by ~ilovezuko123
Rotting wood, soft as the dark earth.
Tiny insects, their secret legs scraping in the dark
While rosy blossoms unspin their flouncing gowns
Filling the hazy air with the sugared perfume of forgotten summers.
I am the slick of water on dark pavement
The wavering lights of suburban decay left quivering
By the rush of iron and steel
Infinity on high-
The taste of youth, like asphalt and cigarettes,
Catching each others' eyes
As we feel the music beating a tattoo inside our chests.
I am a child's legs
Spattered with mud; calloused toes.
The adventure in backyard woods
Where compost is our castle
And we pay no heed
To crumbling walls and broken glass
I am the tempestuous lurch
Half guilt, half wild joy
In being alive and making mistakes
And knowing we did what our parents said not to.
But we are seventeen:
We are immortal.
I am the dim light of a half lit car,
Books scattered like resting birds in the backseat
I have tasted their pages: I know their secrets.