Hours spent with sharpies
Drawing flowers on jeans
Believing in peace
With fresh conversation
Blue streaks painted on cheeks
Women living free
Breezing the streets
Sweeping passed thieves
Reaching new peaks
Sneaking new beliefs
Into everyday speech
Happening upon
The Magic of the World
No ordinary girl
Thoughts remain
On the tip of my tongue
Chewing my gum
Wanting the sum
To equal the contents that remain
The game hasn't changed
But we find new ways
To embrace the age
Faces fade
But words stay
Jet black on the page
Like flower sharpies
On yesterdays jeans
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