(For Leonie, Lorna and Izzy)
It's these days I wait the whole week for,
Days where as a group, we huddle over coffee cups
Trying to look older than we are
Bickering, giggling, just having fun, just being us
I can't ever erase those happy sounds
Nursing our sugary lattes
We discuss in depth such meaningless things-
Of paramount importance;
Certain guys and bitchy girls
Love, gossip and heart break
These are the days when we put the world to rights
Exchanging pearls of infinite wisdom
Whilst sipping on our caffine fixes
Sometimes I look into the future
And see us in the same cafe corner
Looking tired but happy, maybe pushing buggies
Sometimes I look even further
When the buggies are gone and our hairs are greying
But we still feel like teenagers inside
We may not know it yet, but these are the best days of our lives.
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