why do we rush to define what we feel
time feels blurry and sleepy
it's a dream filled folly
that we so desperately want to be real
I see the future through
the past of my tears
salt filled waters throughout every year
though don't focus on them right now
don't focus they're meaning
the time will come for dreams and tears
right now is time for being.
Published: 08-12-2016
I'm constantly denying the fact that school starts in a few days
YOU ARE READING
Growing Pains and Summer Rain
Poésie"we're all just mere beings desperately trying to stay the same in an ever-changing universe." {HIGHEST RANKING: #14 in Poetry and I'm still screaming in joy} Sometimes I curse in these. Don't steal my work.
