The Soil Is Poetry And So Are You

Crescent Moon

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They were children
Forever bored of being a child
Maturing - they wanted it fast
It looked like gold leafed parties and freedom
Sweet sweet freedom
Maturing - they wanted it bad
To feel what it felt like to be an adult

They were children
Forever awake and playing but dreaming of being someone else
Someone much older with all that wisdom those adults spewed from their lips,
That they couldn't understand as a child.

They turned 12
feeling sick to their stomach
they made a wish
"I wish my teenager years is a movie,
let it be good!"
They lived through the moon phases
Emo, prissy, edgy and angst
All the things adults mumble about
But it made sense to them
We all shifted into different moon phases
Some of us stayed in them
But they were the full moon
While you were the crescent
Cradelling the little sanity you have left from being an adult
But they
They were the full moon
Full of love
Full of hope
Full of life
Full of happiness
Full of laughter
Laughter is that thing you envy
Cause you... want to be 12 months old
Babbling nonsense, suckling your mother's milk
No thinking just being
And they want to be you
Grown... not 12 (twelve) years old
To skip the guesome nature of the world
Which they couldn't yet fathom

They were children
12 was just the beginning
of the end

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