And,
That’s when you realised you were smoking ten cigarettes a day,
And that you were addicted to any type of drug offered,
And that you were in love with the girl next door.
The one with the long hair and who made flower jewellery,
And that your best friend wasn’t always going to be your best friend,
And that maybe your life problems weren’t going to improve,
And that your sister left for a reason but that reason wasn’t you…
But then maybe you’d stop smoking ten cigarettes a day,
And you’d get over the drugs,
And that girl next door would smile at you over the fence.
But she’d cut her long hair and no longer made flower jewellery.
And your best friend had found a reason to stay,
And you found a doctor and a computer,
To say how you felt.
But your sister wasn’t coming back because one day her boyfriend got too mad.
Then you realise: lie never turns out the way you expect it to,
Pain is felt and love is lost.
But happiness can always be found.
Loosely inspired by The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
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Poetry*CONTINUOUS* Although I have no stories published on here yet, I write poetry too. I'm a better writer, I think, but sometimes I get ideas and poetry is an easier, more short-term solution to get those ideas out so I started poetry. I will add more...
