I always said I'd die young
I said it was a gut feeling
A premonition of sorts
But now I fear it may have been
And eerie hope rather than an instinct
Perhaps, life had wore me down
And I was ready to go
Now, I think I'd quite like to live old
I'm not sure which is scarier
Being willing to die and unafraid
Or being willing to live
Un wanting of death
I will live to find out.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoetryA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
