themes: reflection, disappointment, failure
bright eyed and pure hearted
here to take on the world
no one could have predicted
all the pain along the road
just ten years ago i thought
perhaps i would be a writer or an artist
waking up with the new york lights
and chasing sunsets along the coast
by twenty i would have thought
happiness walked with me
yet here i lay on the ground
cold and alone and lost
nobody expects at twenty
you can't look yourself in the eye
facing failure in the macabre mirror
unable to recover the broken dreams
YOU ARE READING
aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
