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
Theme made by Max Davis.
