We have become estranged i guess
A neat contract but
Together, no obligations
We have no hidden tattoos
Or rings to signify anything
We are opposite colors
Doesn't mean we go together
It has lulled into a sleeping dream
You and your companion make love notes
I alone am the lone wolf
We go apart our separate ways
Because our time is over
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Interrogations of the teenage mind
PoetryWhat it's like to be a teen and feel things. Personal thoughts composed into free write poetry (I may experiment, but who knows?)
