banking on a bench of billions

plastic ponies told her about
secret underwater ceremonies.
she was left with heavy choices to make.

...just because i always knew
that i wasn't always going to roll out of bed
and wake up to the sound of the ocean drying her tears.

let me be your souvenir.

april showers
lonesome t.v. dinners
records echo and
shadows don't fall on floral carpets.

                        

time to skip town
buy some chocolate cake for the road
and be a young rebel again.