Dear Diary,
Lately the future has been stuck to my mind
With an endless amount of glue I simply can't find
Am i right? Am I wrong?
Far away just seems like too long
How do I know if i'm where i'm supposed to be
When the only person i can really trust is me
But maybe that's the whole point of life
That it's not all about just finding a wife
Explore the world, travel, kiss people you like
Go for that walk in the park or hop on your bike
The future seems golden and more hopeful then ever
I'm just hoping there's no devil about to pull a lever
Because being an educator and a loving mother
Is all I've ever wanted to be to show one another
That I can be the best version of myself
She just might be in the future, so place me on your shelf
YOU ARE READING
Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
