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When I speak of youth, I do not mean the wrinkles under my eyes. I refer to all the moments That are so far away- The scents that I can barely taste. It’s all foggy now; My skin is baggy now How come they never told me How quickly You are no longer Young The world you were presented Is no longer the real one &all the cards you opened on Christmas Are covered in script From hands that are long gone When I speak of youth I speak of sunshine in the afternoon The whole world feeling brand new I speak of 90s movies in the living room My moms hair Spilling out of a clip A Virginia slim Hanging off her lips She sits on the porch With her legs crossed I lay in the grass After a bad round off I look up through the branches &see a cloud that looks like mountains My brother screams heads up As a football pegs me for a landing I sit up and cry My mom gets the ice My brother says to breathe That itll be alright I blink the tears from my eyes And when I open them You’re a thousand miles away I’ve got a 30 year old face And my son looks just like you But in a different way It’s been years since I knew you were okay I miss you everyday
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Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 1:31 PM UTC
Youth
When I speak of youth, I do not mean the wrinkles under my eyes. I refer to all the moments That are so far away- The scents that I can barely taste. It’s all foggy now; My skin is baggy now How come they never told me How quickly You are no longer Young The world you were presented Is no longer the real one &all the cards you opened on Christmas Are covered in script From hands that are long gone When I speak of youth I speak of sunshine in the afternoon The whole world feeling brand new I speak of 90s movies in the living room My moms hair Spilling out of a clip A Virginia slim Hanging off her lips She sits on the porch With her legs crossed I lay in the grass After a bad round off I look up through the branches &see a cloud that looks like mountains My brother screams heads up As a football pegs me for a landing I sit up and cry My mom gets the ice My brother says to breathe That itll be alright I blink the tears from my eyes And when I open them You’re a thousand miles away I’ve got a 30 year old face And my son looks just like you But in a different way It’s been years since I knew you were okay I miss you everyday
#age#time#loss#longing
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syckamarie
27/F/Oklahoma
Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 1:31 PM UTC
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