Words spill out
Like liquid nitrogen
In the summer air;
laughter for oxygen
There's me and you
And you and me
I could say anything
It truly seemed
There was not a limit
To possibly break
Because opportunities lunged
From all directions of fate
Young and stupid
And laws to break
Not literally or physically
within a day's break.
Handcuffed to fun
And full of spirit
Rain couldn't even
Kill the flame being lit
At first it was caution
And at second, sporadic
A memorable time
Full of timeless tactics
YOU ARE READING
The Ashes of My Eyes
PoesíaShort collection of nineteen original poems of pain, thoughts, and life lemons. This was my very first collection that I hold dear to my heart, written during some of the most depressing years of my life. These were created when I was fifteen and I...
