The middle years
A smart mouth filled with attitude, is all she was at Seventeen, quick with a opinion, to her life was but a dream
Everything was shiny new, each try was for the first time, hair coloured and music, she loved to stray out of line
Fast cars, cheap drink, her first time to have full sex, she gave herself up for love, to a guy whose now a ex
Wild clothes and wilder nights, coming home real late, risking all for one new buzz, she trusted to her fate
Girls wanted to be her, she was the leader of the pack, never did she follow, others cued to watch her back
Oh to live those times again, to go back to middle days, when everything was simple and you chose all the plays
No need to be the adult, no pressures of the day, endless nights of ignorance, Is where you long to stay
Go in your room and close your door, just slip back in time, when there was no pressure and life was just a rhyme
Ron
