Youngblood thinks there’s always tomorrow

Cue Ghosts by Justin Bieber

Skimming through Liked Songs
Reflecting on memories passed
Years gone in a blink of an eye
Yet, dragged through mud

A spectrum of emotions
In each word
Punctuating every verse
Bringing me back to firsts

Driving through overgrowth
To meet your dad
Creaky chairs, dilapidated porch
Foreshadowing

Reflecting on each sign
Passing by my
Rose colored glasses
A melancholy chorus in tow

Who knew first
I think you did
But we kept smiling, screaming, cursing
Sweat dripping in our eyes

Playing
Real Love Baby
On repeat
Our eardrums bleeding

Drowning out sense
Dragging in control
Or the illusion of it
Today, I miss the delusion