By Lux Katz
Words so pretty I fell to my knees
Dared to take a twisted turn
And ended my blooming rosemary
But oh, a sweet girl wasn’t for me to have
These broken chords are what’s in me
4 a.m, still awake, a pen in my hand
What’s suffocating me was the pillow I held close to my chest
Did you know my shift was worth a penny?
Every stolen glance you gave, I don’t dare look back
The chandelier that shines for everyone,
You sat there and watched from the distance
Again I turned my head and a shadow trailed behind
One that looked a lot like someone I knew
Traces of you made me arch my thoughts
Three months – I felt the guilt you promised me
Your favorite violin was a tune I imagined in my head
But oh, a sweet girl was for me to chase
I could never keep the flowers you collected
Regret me all over again
‘Cause we are two different people
Made of two different cities
Lux Katz (he/him) is a teen who has loved writing ever since he was a child. Starting off with long stories or short stories. Though, he still enjoys other genres, like poetry. His biggest inspiration is Taylor Swift, and he aspires to be like her someday. Lux is currently working on a high fantasy heavily inspired by Taoism and Chinese mythology, martial arts, folk religion, alchemy, etc, and he hopes to publish it as a full novel someday!
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