In the middle of all those chics
I was like this broken record
That keeps on repeating words
Strangled with the panic cordI never really got those trends
Revolving around downtown
Stuck in the pages of old books
I drowned in the light brownThey laughed at me everyday
Because I missed neon nights
But I was a girl who truly loved
The sunlit alleys and daylightsI couldn't take the roar of mobs
So I hid myself in shady corners
I feared getting hurt by the rush
I passed by them like foreignersI loved those happy rainy days
That created little water puddles
And brought out innocent kids
Who laughed in Nature's cuddlesThey called me a dumb person
I was a girl who blinked too slow
Slightly lost in all the wilderness
I just forgot how to fit in the flowBut here's the thing about trends
They keep on coming and they go
But I was the designer of my story
They just couldn't see my soft glow
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Nostalgia | ✔
PoésieHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...