Suddenly twice as old as I remember
I fall backward through time.
A teenage fantasy renews itself
Sparked by a long-awaited reunion.
I become lost in the glamor
Consumed by the unattainable image.
I recognize the selfishness
of my frivolous, girlish pursuit.
But it brings comfort to my days
While I am otherwise uninspired.
It hurts no one to indulge
I tell myself over the melody.
This too soon shall pass
Like the youth I am clinging to.
Until then I'll view life
Through purple tinted glasses.
(If you're wondering what inspired this poem, it was the 2008 Stone Temple Pilots reunion tour and my love for Scott Weiland, the sexiest man who has ever lived.)
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