when i was younger they told me i could be anything... ...as long as i worked hard enough (they lied)
growing up i was oblivious as to what I wanted to be (i never was much good at anything) until You showed up...
i stood a bit straighter (more like a lot) dressed a bit nicer (all my money went to clothes) and smiled a bit brighter but You didn't notice... (4 years of braces down the drain)
now... here i am 17 years young and all i yearn for
is to be
Yours...
(but i can't be)
The first poem i have written in years... i don't know if it's good or bad to have something to write about.