Rock out like you and your sisters used to to Hannah Montana. Dancing in front of the bedroom mirror in your dress up wigs. Rock out like you and your sisters do now. Sexy dancing to the new Miley Cyrus.
Rock out like big girls now.
Rock out like your 13 again and you just held a boy's hand for the very first time. And your stomach is still flipping. Rock out like you just had your first kiss and.. I've never been kissed. But rock out to that feeling when you realize you maybe want to kiss him. Like, a lot. Like, kiss him twice. Like, maybe more.
Rock out like you're spending you're weekend alone and you're totally okay with that.
Rock out like you just made a new friend and it was actually pretty painless and you didn't freeze up or throw up or give up or anything.
Rock out like your favorite brother's here to visit. Rock out like you two actually know how to swing dance. Like how he loves to dip you.
Rock out like Anne and Gilbert just found each other again. Like Jack just saw Rose for the very first time. Like if Peter and Wendy grew old together. Like if Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan are in another movie together.
Like you just had a bishops interview and you didn't even cry once.
Rock out like you don't have anything to cry about.
Rock out like you're older now and you finally know what it's like to be free.
Rock out like there's fireflies in the west. Like it's a summer night and you're 14 again.
And you and the ginger are still best friends. And You and The Boy are still undecidedly, awkwardly in love.
Rock out like the converse are steppin and squeakin and slidin. And elbows are flyin.
Like it's high school 1985 and the great almighty voice above just crackled that you won Prom Queen.
Rock out like you know your mom used to.
Rock out like it is 1961 and you have the biggest hair in Baltimore.
2 comments:
Love the last line. And the girl with the converse sneakers.
The Peter and Wendy line. The line about the bishop's interview. Like it's a summer night and you're 14 again (so real to me).
You're good at this.
Rock out like you just had your first kiss and.. I've never been kissed. But rock out to that feeling when you realize you maybe want to kiss him. Like, a lot. Like, kiss him twice. Like, maybe more.
Rock out like you're spending you're weekend alone and you're totally okay with that.
Just a couple lines I liked. The whole thing very well written and makes me very jealous.
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