By Arcassin Burnham
You fell too many times til you fell on your face,
Taking problems into your own hands,you need space,
I Don't know what this means for the human race,
But I'd give anything right now to see your face,
When you were younger, you had dreams that faded,
When you were younger,* you had things you loved,
When you were younger, *your friends moved away,
When you were younger, you had things to say,
theres a light here , a light there,
at the end of the tunnel,
now theres a light here , a light there,
at the end of the tunnel,
theres a light here , a light there,
at the end of the tunnel,
now theres a light here , a light there,
at the end of the tunnel,
fall in the rabbit hole,
The things that you've been through in your life was a phase,
you kept scrapbooks of everything just in case,
and even though to your parents you were a disgrace,
And i don't care,
cause I'd give anything right now to see your face,
When you were younger, you had dreams that faded,
When you were younger,* you had things you loved,
When you were younger, *your friends moved away,
When you were younger, you had things to say,
theres a light here , a light there,
at the end of the tunnel,
now theres a light here , a light there,
at the end of the tunnel,
theres a light here , a light there,
at the end of the tunnel,
now theres a light here , a light there,
at the end of the tunnel,
fall in the rabbit hole.
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I swear they always want something brand new..
I swear they always want something brand new..
when it comes back around, what you gonna do?
I swear they always crave something brand new..
Why you try to come around pulling my card..
looking for a problem straight out the yard..
And i'm like why you gotta be brand new..
I swear they always gotta be brand new.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 10th, 2017 09:17
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/04/when-you-were-younger-pt5-brand-new.html
- Category: Reflection
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