reaching for words that faded with the firelight
forgetting my own expectations like
the balloons i didn't tie to my wrists
i feel it all
every swipe of purple lipstick
every space between my fingertips
every heartbeat ringing in my ear
especially the right one
the one with the sweet nothings
and the smiles you had to hear to believe
hearts beating
always beating
heads beating
always beating
never gets old
never getting old
always eighteen
always scraping my knees
always rolling the windows down
keep the music loud and the laughs louder
because
i am vital
alive
because
peter pan's got nothing on me.
--erin
