The world was welcoming
But there was no telling
What would happen next
The world was warm
I never meant to get caught in the swarm
Fun it had been
When I was ten
Now the weight of the world
Comes crashing,thrashing
Leaving me dashing
Away from the weight of the world
I'm on the run
No time left for fun
Better hurry
Run away from the weight of the world
I'm not ready
I'm not steady
To take on the weight of the world
Whether it's straight or curled
I'm not ready for the world
Let's climb back to bed
Staying little instead
Whether it's straight or curled
I'm not ready for the world
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poems
PoetrySo, my poems are sometimes dark and sinister but sometimes happy. Please vote or, if you have any advise about how I can make these poems better, please, tell me. Peace✌️
