These are the days,
We are free yet scared,
Our dreams so fixed,
We shimmer through the dark,
With our hearts young and fragile,
Party boys never get hurt,
For there hearts are cult,
We never think of getting old,
Empty promises filled with lust,
Ours is a tranquil,
Ecstasy we do with Lily,
High we are with weed,
Love we get with shots,
We drain our sorrows with puff,
We living it celebration,
Holding on to each other,
As walls keep pushing us away,
We make our weakness strength,
During hard times,
Our lust drew us miles,
Our imaginations are our perfections,
Strongest enough to be weapons,
Weakest at times to be fears,
We are free enough to run away,
When home is not sweet anymore,
To be free and wild,
That is all we need,
To watch each others back,
Still teens in the streets,
No money no fame,
New tattoos to believe in,
Wild things that keep building,
Caving into chambers inside us,
In the night we count stars,
Not caring about losing sleep,
It is our world our own rules,
When youth is bound to share,
Only to speak our mind,
What do we do when we get old,
Where will our hearts be,
Will we have learnt a lot,
Will our mistakes be enough,
For these days we are just like a movie,
A mirage misfits forever young,
This our youth
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Teenage Blossoms
PoésieThis is a volume of poems that celebrates teenage hood, how perfect it is with all our mistakes , choices and flaws. True acceptance of who you are it is a chance for you to be free. It is a collection of love, religion, sexuality, friendship and ch...
