May 2017
I feel so different,
so out of time.
Good ‘Ol days expire like the milk
in a deadman’s refrigerator.
Time to grow up, time to leave it all behind.
Take this heavy load, 4 years to decide
the rest of my life.
Who will I be?
Do I know?
Do I want to know?
I don't think so….
Not to imply that life is a feast placed directly in front of the eyes
but it shouldn't be designed on the judgement
of a young adolescent who can’t tell love
from lust.
What if I don't want to grow up?
Who will save me?
Where is my Peter Pan?
so out of time.
Good ‘Ol days expire like the milk
in a deadman’s refrigerator.
Time to grow up, time to leave it all behind.
Take this heavy load, 4 years to decide
the rest of my life.
Who will I be?
Do I know?
Do I want to know?
I don't think so….
Not to imply that life is a feast placed directly in front of the eyes
but it shouldn't be designed on the judgement
of a young adolescent who can’t tell love
from lust.
What if I don't want to grow up?
Who will save me?
Where is my Peter Pan?
060914
So, I wrote this when I was 14 and it was before going into high school. It's kinda cheesy only because i hate writing things with rhymes in them. But yeah.
So, I wrote this when I was 14 and it was before going into high school. It's kinda cheesy only because i hate writing things with rhymes in them. But yeah.
