Zywa Children's game

My first loves, a game:
the cool boys in the breaks
for which school was good

and in the weekends with lies
confirmed by my dear brother
evenings of fun in disco and club –

the true, my real, life
Get a berry, we're not leaving
not going to bed. The bike will wait

we stay, chatting and laughing, free
we are, because mum doesn't know
and is not worried

Poem 1503
Amsterdam, 2017-08-09

Collection: The Big Secret 
Keyword: Love: play 
Keyword: Puberty 
Dedicated to: Tessel vB 
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