What I Forgot


My younger self spoke to me
Trying to make me see
I knew by this time I would be disappointed
By how much I procrastinated

My younger self spoke to me
Telling me what I forgot
All my memories taken with a snapshot
Maybe if I had tried harder
I could have been a better photographer

My younger self spoke to me
Reminding me of my dreams
Which I let fall apart at the seams
My masterpiece unwoven
With all of my hopes left unspoken

My younger self spoke to me
Encouraging me
Asuring me
Hoping for me

As my younger self spoke to me
I was reminded of me
Someone I forgot
My dreams who I forgot
As my younger self spoke to me

 
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W.Slay4Honors

VT

17 years old

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