Chilly was the air
Put my jacket on
Curlers in my hair
Tonight, the party's on
Meet up with my friends
We're having a good time
In that dress she's looking pretty
And I forget my lines
My cousin likes the drama
And he's not on our side
After they confronted us
I had to catch a ride
Locked myself in the bathroom
To hope that they cool off
I stayed there for an hour
Thought I was going soft
I didn't chase them down that day
Though I would've if I could
But flashback to December
Don't live in my falsehood
A//N
"She" is referring to the same person from the "her scent" poem, so that's just a thing
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PoetryI'm bored Yet my mind is racing My heart Can't keep up with inconsistent pacing I'm panicking They can't keep up with the chase and I'm looking But I can't find my wrist brace and If i were a card I wouldn't be an ace then It's suffocating All the...
