A few days and my day of birth will come,
A few days more and it'll pass like a hum,
Six more days and my days of teen is over,
And there's nothing I can do hide or cover.
The past nineteen years that my day has came,
Nothing much changed, everything's the same,
Except for my first year of life in this world,
I celebrated it too much, now I'm too curled.
My second to thirteen was just like before,
We went out and ate, 'til full to the core,
Then we'll laugh and enjoy like there's no tomorrow,
But the six following years was filled with sorrow.
Grandfather left me like he left a toy he loved,
My parents fought and all our arms they shoved,
Add to that I saw how filthy life can be,
Now, the truth is something I can't unsee.
Now, I'm turning twenty, six days after today,
Guess what, there's nothing left for me to say,
But to hope that it will change unlike my common any,
I wish to be happy at my six to twenty.
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Poems From Icewrack
PoetryWith a frozen breath escaping my mouth, And burning desires coming from the south, Behold are poet lines written in rhymes, Which will send you far to the northern crimes. It will show you love, like it's never burned, It will freeze your heart, 'ti...
