I've come to consider myself mature
In matters of politics and conflict and life
But when it comes to love and loving.
My heart and mind and soul are young...
A little kid hoping they'll have a valentine,
Exchanging chocolates and notes,
And shedding a tear when they're alone.
A little kid, going on dates
And putting on their best dress and smile,
Trying to find the connection that never comes.
The little kid who doesn't want to wait,
Who tries to make things happen.
They've always been told to go out and find love,
Yet they come back time and again empty-handed.
Two weeks into February and they're alone.
A little kid in their room, in their head,
In their heart with so much love to give,
And nobody to take it.
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Higher Education
PoesíaThere comes a point in every person's life where they must move on. I'm trying...by God I'm trying. And this is how I try. By moving on and moving out...to higher education. This is my third collection of poetry, each piece written when my mind and...
