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sophia
Poems
Dec 2018
window panes
the mist is frosty and cold
my finger draws upon it
tales and myths of old
i wonder if they bought it
the lies of loving who i am
slide from off my tongue
i ran and ran and ran and ran
to get away from blazing suns
my childhood calls like a mother
waiting for her precious child
as if she knew the others
had been abusing me with smiles
i told them over and over again
that i was grown and truly an adult
that i truly didn't need my friends
disproved sorely by my childish sulk
the window panes are cold
and it hurts to touch my memories
i felt so young i feel so old
i'm just a heartbroken trilogy
i was a babe and then a teen
i grew into my full grown skin
so hard-hearted and awfully mean
that i couldn't ever fit in
i hated growing pains
they reminded me of my age
that i was always always changing
always always a newly flipped page
it hurts it hurts it hurts
these unbearable window panes
it hurts it hurts it hurts
these horrible growing pains
#age
#change
#growing
#pain
#window
#panes
#old
#young
#trilogy
#memory
Written by
sophia
20/F/Cali
(20/F/Cali)
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