A year older.
A year wiser.
Time slips out from my grasp like the oceans tides,
Natural yet terrifying in the most nauseating way,
I’m sick of growing up.
17th Birthday
A year older.
A year wiser.
Time slips out from my grasp like the oceans tides,
Natural yet terrifying in the most nauseating way,
I’m sick of growing up.
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The Day You Died
The day you died
We danced, sang, and laughed until we cried
we filled ourselves with happiness until the sadness did subside
At the end we simply said good night not goodbye
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Love Lost
Love is felt most when its leaving
We cry for what once was
What could’ve been
For the people We once were
Watching as it leaves
Weary eyes, and tired feet -
Oh, Bird!
Oh, Bird, tell me how does it feel to float on wings of ivory and gold?
What is it like to have the world at your fingertips?
Tell me of the world beyond these acres,
Of the thrilling adventures in which you sing.
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