Found

Some old writing while cleaning out my room. This is a poem from December. I edited it a bit because it didn’t flow well. It seems unfinished too, but what this poem was based off of is also unfinished. So I think that I should keep this poem unfinished just as the story behind it is. Enjoy

Writing down your feelings isn’t easy-

You think you know exactly what to write

Of course something like, “What happened last night..”

The words are bunched into small thoughts that get erased

The holidays are near and his apology I hope to hear

Being complicated isn’t fun

Already I see I would like to stay young

Growing pains do get to me

But then I see

We are maturing easily 



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