This night will drain from her head, Memories; tears flow to the bed All that remains is the knowledge That something went wrong. But she can’t recall what It hovers, tugs the tip of her tongue, Like a spoilt child, Cries for attention.
There will be times you’ll feel alone. You’ll come back to your home Town, but the streets won’t carry The same gravity that they did when you were Younger, fresher, brighter When the whole world was a promise; Now all you know for sure is that You’ve been let down.
If you are not worried, You are not listening; Magazines have poisoned teens With serpent words, Sharp and silken, Soft as the devil’s tongue. Advertisements are chisels, Etching lies in young girl’s minds As they watch hollow frames Cavort under the burning glare Of a thousand hungry eyes. The harsh music rings through all our ears; And if you are not worried, You have not been listening.