It's that moment you feel your abs clench the joy of laughter.
It's the crisp air going through your hair on the swings.
It's the hand reaching out to you on the playground.
That endless feeling of light beaming it's way in.
The seasons passed by slowly, then all at once,
They flew by.
The hours of dancing in contentment,
Are now numbered.
All of a sudden I stand in front of you,
Losing my youth.
But the memory is still there.
The light, love, sadness, despair, joy, laughter.
The heart of happiness stays in my 16 years.
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My Inner Constriction
PoetryPoems I've written over the course of time relating to my struggles with depression and failed relationships.
