a soft song before bed
medicine for my tired head
i am going to be
mellow
hello, mellow
i don’t see you much
we should really keep in touch
i know, you do not always
want to stay
and I’m learning that’s okay
but when you are here, I must admit
i could get used to it
from a quiet child, reading
to a hyperactive teen
head-banging to bohemian rhapsody
now an easily irritated
slightly frustrated
adult
with a deafening desire for calm
i kiss my own palms
i am learning
how to be calm.
23:54pm - 13/04/26
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Author:
Chloe S (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2026 18:03
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Comments1
A good read on how to mellow out with age. Well done
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