Marshmallow Dreams Poem by danae kavouridi

You know these types of love
that are like teenage dreams
filled with pink ink hearts,
on a school notebook,

and tasty white marshmallows
on a sunny Sunday at the rides.
They give you this feeling
of a scary rollercoaster ride
without a safety belt.

Filled with music and dirty thoughts,
drunk kisses on a wet road
and millions of happy faces,
printed on shinny picture paper.

And at a sudden spell
they disappear like the rest
of your teenage dreams.
And all you have to do then
is to move on straight to adulthood

where they still remain
memories as sweet
as those marshmallows.

But also as bitter,
as a probably new found
fake feeling of security.