the girlhood clubhouse.

 somewhere along this tumultuous path of life - 

             teenagerhood, school, music and dresses

i found girls. my girls.

15 years down the line i know i'll see,

smiles and hugs waiting for me - 

donna and the dynamos, but instead its me and my girls. 

if only i could hold their hands and balance on a pole - fear would be non existent 

for my falling may be inevitable but them catching me is even more so.

    tears and girlhood and messy laughter 

squealing and handshakes and talks. 

they're the eraser to my mistakes: the sprinkles to my ice cream.

"but i won't feel blue,

 like i always do,

 cus somewhere in the crowd there's you."

my heart may swell and expand and burst out of my chest 

if i ever went so far to discuss

the extent of my love for them. 

jumping on a stage, the thread on the back of my blouse coming loose and you caught it in a second. 

"don't worry, i'll send over fries today!" and i've never smiled harder.

laughter breaking out because we accidentally said the same thing

"let's take a picture!" (my memories will always stay).

(i am ready to conquer the earth with you by my side). 

trust me when i say wouldn't wanna navigate girlhood without you.

this tiny crack in my tough careless exterior just to shine the bright pink glitter of their love is worth to see every smile on their face. 

my girls, my loves, my life. 

and so, a tribute. 

a tribute to our days and our nights.

a tribute to our fights and hugs.

a tribute to you.