I miss sleeping next to my mother
I wish this sinking feeling could stop
But isn’t that what adulthood is like?
Never ending emptiness just to wake up
And relive it all over again?
I miss the days when I was juvenile, a little girl running
With friends at her side
I miss those Sunday evenings with dad
Eating nuggets and coconut ice-cream
While watching the birds sway by
I miss those days when I knew nothing about love,
The heart break and disappointment it brings.
I miss the days when I didn’t have to worry about responsibilities Tying me down
But you really tied me down
And I have myself to blame
For swallowing up your words
Like venom in a bottle
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
I miss sleeping next to my mother
I wish this sinking feeling could stop
But isn’t that what adulthood is like?
Never ending emptiness just to wake up
And relive it all over again?
I miss the days when I was juvenile, a little girl running
With friends at her side
I miss those Sunday evenings with dad
Eating nuggets and coconut ice-cream
While watching the birds sway by
I miss those days when I knew nothing about love,
The heart break and disappointment it brings.
I miss the days when I didn’t have to worry about responsibilities Tying me down
But you really tied me down
And I have myself to blame
For swallowing up your words
Like venom in a bottle
This poem describes that feeling when you are slowly transitioning to adulthood with all its baggage and missing your youthful days of being happy. You get into relationships, you realize you have roles to fulfill. It gets exhausting.
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