I bloomed because I needed to evolve. Writing was my way of getting comfortable with my own self. So bloom in every single way to become a better version of you, for you.
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I tend to forget how young I still am Been waiting for so long to live in his place In my heart, it feels like home I have never been here, but my hopes would never be lost It was a magic place Every single dream will come true But, for some reason, I'm not there I can't be there And I'm getting tired and older I'm afraid I won't be able to reach my dreams Dreams that have been with me most of my life Dreams that I have planned very carefully on how to make them work I feel so frustrated Nothing I do is enough
I tend to forget how young I still am Because I'm afraid of an uncertain future The only truth is that this future is gonna lead me to death I'm going to become a lonely soul In the meantime, I should try to do more things But what can I do? I study hard, I read books and books Good grades are always there Knowledge of some languages too But what can I do? I'm not in this magic place yet I'm tired of waiting and fighting for it Years are coming ahead and I'm afraid of getting older What if I never make it? Frustration is my biggest fear And my only companion is my severe judgment towards myself My own self is tired
I tend to forget how young I still am Provoking myself to get the most out of its body Not even my parents are like that Tell me, what's wrong? I could be my own friend and my own worst enemy This magic place is so far away from me I'm getting exhausted Is it worth it? Are the tears worth it? When you got that heavy feeling of giving up The saddest question pops up Is it worth to still be living? I close my eyes and try to swim in this glass of water That feels like the most deepest of the oceans What would I do when I become older? Club 27 sounds great But I'm still a young soul 18 summers dealing with life
I tend to forget how young I still feel As well as how I'm starting to forget about this magic place Where I can't be Where it seems that I'll never be.
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Warm is not only about hot climate change Is not about having a nice summer And a chilling day at pool Warm is about that tiny but strong feeling you got Right there, between your heart and your stomach In the middle of the soul Or when you feel warm in someone's arms Maybe you feel warm under your belly In your back, where you don't need anything to cover it A straight, forward hug can make your heart get warm It can provoke smiles on you A meaning into your existance Arms that can guide you through the right path When you need to cry on Some shoulders will help and arms will protect you They even are a complete salvation Into our darkness days
