In the death of day

Bears the birth of night

What the heart finds in decay

Is now left blind in sight

So, my eyes in you confide

The likeness of friends and lovers

And our performance coincides

With the law that we become the others

A dress doesn’t appear without her suit

And the motion never preludes its beat

A friend ceases to quit their group

As the tables refuse to serve without seats 

But, as for the experience,

Come what may

And, in that, the delirious 

Claimed the stage

The labels are casted

And hearts flush

Whilst the royals outlasted

The school-vote rush

But, as for the quiet,

All is but a story

Where the young, in joy riot,

Basking in their adolescent glory

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Written by

Paige Heaney

Paige Heaney, sophomore, has loved creative writing since she was very young. Her works primarily take form in poems or fiction. A blank piece of paper is like an untouched canvas to her, where she depicts vivid images with words instead of drawings. She also enjoys reading, especially S.E. Hinton’s books such as The Outsiders and Rumble Fish. Aside from reading and writing, Paige loves making memories with her friends and family.