Eighteen years old
The clock is hitting, i am old
A will to put my life on hold
The Sky i want to hold
Grateful for every failure
Grateful for every mistake
Might be considered a failure
But it’s society’s take
Never had a boyfriend
Just a dear friend
Named god, and my family
Not Even a dear Emily
I love my inner world
The comfort of my room
In the depths of the lord
I can feel flowers bloom
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Author:
Cerise (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Heyy just one about growing up (: Hope you enjoy
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