Young

Sun, 07/14/2024 - 22:35 -- Vivin

Aren't you going to dance?

Cross in that dress

Lost in a fools trance 

You're gone if you think this wait-while will turn bright 

Holding hands like we're seventeen 

Forever young, don't hold your breath 

Blood stained dress

Oh what a romance 

We're seventeen don't hold your breath 

Theres something dark over my head 

 

Inspired by: Seventeen by Peach Pit

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