14 year old me sits quietly on her bed,
Incense burning next to the amethyst and clear quarts.
Windows open, the smell of midnight air floating around mixing with the smoke.
Tears softly spilling onto her cheeks, she says only four more years.
It seems like it'll never come.
20 year old me sits quietly on her shared bed. Incense burning next to the amethyst and clear quarts.
Four years went by so quickly,
It felt like it was just yesterday.
We made it she says
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of My Thoughts.
PoezjaAll poetry is mine. - - A gathering of my deepest thoughts and feelings compiled into one small book of poetry. trigger warning = (tw) - - Stay safe xx Logan
