Dear Diary From The Old Days. - Poem by Leah Ayliffe
I would straighten my hair
I framed a picture of us in that fairy frame you gave me at Christmas.
I did it all
I did it for you.
I even dyed my hair blonde like Marilyn, cause I thought it's what you wanted.
But we were just kids
I think maybe you might have liked me as is.
Things were different then
Playing and drinking at the park at dark
Where we'd play truth or dare.
But back at home in my room,
You were a truer you when we'd sit together in my basement watching movies
And talk about the world
As my candles burned low.
I was so innocent
Though I knew you got down with quite a few of my best friends.
You said you liked me best
Cause I was so pure and good.
You didn't have a clue
I cried every day and died and died again
Against my bedroom door
Cause my world was falling apart
My family was dead and here I was alone.
Who cares anyways, this is just adolescence.
You didn't know any better anyhow.
It was an unknown beauty and purity of innocence
Disappearing by the moment every day.
I know you say I'm magnificent, a dream come alive
But it's too late darling since I've already walked into the dark side.
And that's ok
Cause I am in or without all
And I'm happy to be unhappy -
The world is so strange today.
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