When she called me before the streak of dawn entered the crevices of our window
While he still roamed fearlessly with his friends circling around , chuckling
I desired to be an unmindful young boy who could delight under moonlit night
When she asked me to wear a colourful scarf that choked my natural breath
While he could gloriously flaunt with open arms or unsuitable body positions or devilish laugh
I envied of being a feisty , free soul that he is
As I suppressed my 'inappropriate' behavioural potential when she pointed fingers and put red flags
When he could be just whiling away precious resources while I would be precisely guided about management
As I bloom, I blossom more and more
Fret is unfair as it spreads out its arms as dismal failure...
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
When she called me before the streak of dawn entered the crevices of our window
While he still roamed fearlessly with his friends circling around , chuckling
I desired to be an unmindful young boy who could delight under moonlit night
When she asked me to wear a colourful scarf that choked my natural breath
While he could gloriously flaunt with open arms or unsuitable body positions or devilish laugh
I envied of being a feisty , free soul that he is
As I suppressed my 'inappropriate' behavioural potential when she pointed fingers and put red flags
When he could be just whiling away precious resources while I would be precisely guided about management
As I bloom, I blossom more and more
Fret is unfair as it spreads out its arms as dismal failure...
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