Im stuck in this teenage mind, all tangled like a vine not knowing where to go, its running like a water flow. but what is this feeling? shouldnt i know? i only feel in from head to toe. and its a constant daily fight but if i dont make it i just might take flight. you took my name in vain causing me so much pain, with all of the words you spread are more and more days i wish i were dead. so stop glorifying the teenage mind because its not all butterflys and sunshine.
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- Category: Reflection
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distancing by reminiscing years
we glorify, those years of youth
that curated all the bulsht, we spend
most of our lives, trying
to recover from
and yet
proximity, removed
we can't help, but romanticise
those, first steps
into adulthoods, once seemingly
brilliant, possibilities...
(so forgive us dear poet
we old, has-been's
have little left, to do
than look back, and dream
of a Time, free
of our irrevocable short comings)
I pray, your life
may be afforded a kinder fate
so that when you look back
at your footsteps of life
you'll be visited by more smiles
than
shoulda, coulda, woulda, regrets
(I wish you all the best!)
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