The pencils lay abandoned on the floor
where the flicker of the candle plays off
Warm laundry sits in the basket
begging to be put away.
A tilting stack of books
threatens to fall over into a pile
of colorful yarn.
Magazines where the models are too thin lay
next to the closet and a Christmas tree
nightlight sits on the window sill.
Three bottles of lotion form their own
Bermuda Triangle around the Teen Spirit
and piles of mix CD's beg to be listened to.
A young girl is slumped on the squeaky bed
a small bear in her arms as she dreams of
a day where she can be with her only love
and have a room
that is not as