The night was dark and the wind blew strong,
I was in a place in which I did not belong,
The drinks were green and somewhat sour,
I felt like Rapunzel locked in her tower,
Life really does confuse me,
As sometimes I just have to be,
The most awkward person in a conversation,
Simply because the utter preservation of my mind,
The prettiest things blossom from the hardest of places,
Like the longing of love from heartbroken faces,
That ache in your chest that never subsides,
Those tears in which stream from your reddened eyes.
Don't you miss your lunch-box days?
And following the latest mini craze?
When things were as simple as summer dresses,
No coursework, assignments or unneeded stresses,
The keys on a piano remind me of the grooves in a Roulette wheel,
Each key you press could be a gamble,
It might not sound right, it might not work,
But you know that once you press that key,