braces jane for three years, my mouth was filled with rocks & wires, making me feel like a twelve year old smile with my lips closed tight, try with all of my might my eyes would deceive me "well aren't you pretty?" they would say. you would stay late nights under the shadow of a street light and kiss my scratchy mouth and i would hold your sweatshirt hoping i could assert myself to avoid any hurt i might find on your shelf and you could tell i was still young and so tired you were fired up waiting to sip from my cup although i closed my eyes i could still see fireflies as i waited for your lips touch so fine i thought it was a sign that these wires could hold less in - you were mine or so i thought 050402 what's it to you? who go blather from