By Arcassin Burnham

Being 18,
Would be,
So hard,
Without you,
I don't know what to do,
Skies were gray but you turned them blue,
Like the ocean Tasting cashews,
And,
Hoping I could get a car,
So I could ask you,
Do you wanna go on a date?
She's hella faint,
Long enough to feel the restraint,
Get it, gotta love her more,
Stuck to me like yellow and blue paint,
Hoping mom gets the house by then,
Suppose to be moving in palm coast city,
I will be summer so I won't put on an ugly sweater then,
Being 18,
Would Change,
My life,
In,
A whole new way,
This is my year that I come back,
So i must say,
July 1st will be end of all poverty babe.