Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Our generation has become so use to temporary feelings, things and people we aren’t surprised when there isn’t a sequel. But it’s sad really, how accustomed we’ve become, detachment has become a rule of thumb. I don’t want temporary feelings, things or people, I want to be surrounded by loved ones when I’m standing in that cathedral. I want forever, like in the storybooks but it doesn’t have to be a fairytale like with Peter Pan and Hook. I just want something real, something that in the depths of my soul, I can feel. Someone through thick and thin, there for me when I lose, and when I win. It won’t be perfect, and definitely not easy but we’ll have each other, that’s the dose of 'cheesy.' Our generation is use to temporary feelings, things and people they don’t expect a sequel. They’ve come to expect everything to end, the idea of temporary is the new trend. And it’s really sad to see, this generation missing out on so much that could be.
0
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
Our Generation
Our generation has become so use to temporary feelings, things and people we aren’t surprised when there isn’t a sequel. But it’s sad really, how accustomed we’ve become, detachment has become a rule of thumb. I don’t want temporary feelings, things or people, I want to be surrounded by loved ones when I’m standing in that cathedral. I want forever, like in the storybooks but it doesn’t have to be a fairytale like with Peter Pan and Hook. I just want something real, something that in the depths of my soul, I can feel. Someone through thick and thin, there for me when I lose, and when I win. It won’t be perfect, and definitely not easy but we’ll have each other, that’s the dose of 'cheesy.' Our generation is use to temporary feelings, things and people they don’t expect a sequel. They’ve come to expect everything to end, the idea of temporary is the new trend. And it’s really sad to see, this generation missing out on so much that could be.
kiana-lynn
Written by
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem