30/01/2018
| An ode to our childhood |
I cried for us
For the death of our innocence
The death of her dreams
The death of our childhood.
Our childhood was like a perfect sonnet, with the exact correct meter of iambic pentameter but we were disturbed, our rhyme scheme shattered and our structure dismantled.
| An ode to our childhood |
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OF GROWTH AND DEATH | Poetry collection
PoetryIn which we grow like roses Yet die like autumn leaves - A collection of poetry written during epiphanies at 3am All Rights Reserved 2017 | @mamaatunde
