I have grown so much older
It seems the nights get so much colder.
My thoughts of love never falter
As I dream of my love at the alter.
My breath of age so old and frail
Showers upon me like a deadly hail.
I learn more when I do
That's how I make mistakes too.
Like believing my ripe age would help me live
When in reality there was nothing to give.
The wisdom I gain
Comes from the pain.
The pain of living this boring life
That fills me with overwhelming strife.
I once wished I could be so much older
But the world is different, so much colder.
By: Prunis P. Peach
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Peachy Timez
PoetryPoem about PeachJuice~ Disclaimer: These poems don't coincide to my actual preferences and is entirely fiction.
