Yesterday is alive in my mind,
The actions I thought meaningful
bring me distress,
I try to repel those sour thoughts
along with the pink in my cheeks.
Is the immaturity of the days forgotten
Really like citrus?
For me to push them away by instinct
To pucker at what was driven by
arrogance but also confidence?
The days you despise never go away
The days you accept come to you
like a chick to its hen.
Sep 6, 2025
Sep 6, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
Yesterday is alive in my mind,
The actions I thought meaningful
bring me distress,
I try to repel those sour thoughts
along with the pink in my cheeks.
Is the immaturity of the days forgotten
Really like citrus?
For me to push them away by instinct
To pucker at what was driven by
arrogance but also confidence?
The days you despise never go away
The days you accept come to you
like a chick to its hen.
Its embarrasing to acknowledge
the actions you wish to forget
but despising only makes your memories
more alive
