ometimes I wish I made beautiful things
Grasped lights and scents between my fingers
Like stardust trapped in a pink dawn
But beautiful things can come and go
They don't always drift fast enough to stay
By the shore there are things that glow
Not always I hope for beautiful things
Melodies that twirl only under moon
Shine like the red of soft memories
Hazy and golden are the fields in which
My beautiful things like childhood lie
Lost innocence and darkness have replaced
My beautiful things.
Grasped lights and scents between my fingers
Like stardust trapped in a pink dawn
But beautiful things can come and go
They don't always drift fast enough to stay
By the shore there are things that glow
Not always I hope for beautiful things
Melodies that twirl only under moon
Shine like the red of soft memories
Hazy and golden are the fields in which
My beautiful things like childhood lie
Lost innocence and darkness have replaced
My beautiful things.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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