These grown-ups surround me everywhere I go
Men, no longer boys,
Women, I used to know as girls,
And my heart sits there aching because
I just want to go back to the days
When we played in the streets
Tossed each other softballs
And played kickball in the field.
When we'd sit around the campfire
Making smores with too much chocolate
And ran when our parents said
It was time to go home.
We travel,
From place to place,
Classes ended
Seasons changed
And the frozen lake I stand on
Cracks
Letting me fall through.
I miss when we were little boys
And little girls
And everything was okay.
Because I'm not ready to be older.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Poetry"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
