You came home
Smelling like everything you’re told not to do
Wobbling on your legs like a drunk sailor
Glossy happy eyes
And patches of flush on your neck

You came home
After doing everything you’re told not to do
You were almost insane with the want
To tell someone maybe even brag to someone
Of this nights achievements

You came home
Looking like everyone you’re told not to look like
Little black halter
Perfect pierced bellybutton
And ever so long flare legs

You came home
And our parents could have been standing
On a tower
They were looking so far down at you
They tried to give you the evil eye
And all you did was laugh

You came home
And I could have been standing
In hell
I was looking so far up at you
You are everything I have ever wanted to be
You went before me cutting your trail in life
And even now I’m trying to catch up
You came home
After a good night out
And I promised myself one day
I’d do the same

Structured well, nice wording, and good metaphor. All in all, a well-done poem! Very nice.

~Much Love~
Megan

I never know what to say after I read your poems, but just so you know I'm reading... you're phenomenal.

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Dan

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This made me smile. Smile because I liked it straight away, smile, because I didn't have to read it over and again to get the point of it. It made me smle because of its adolescent spirit, its wit and its sense of mischief. It made me smile because I felt the time I took to read it made it all worthwhile.