Dreams are big,
And pockets are not.
Victims of future,
And past is a drought.
Heartbeats shaking everytime,
This is the feeling of sour youth.
Not getting to live those dreams,
Since it costs a lot of gold and money.
Why is the sour youth so funny?
Why is the sour youth so dirty?
Why do we live this sour youth?
YOU ARE READING
There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
