I was confused.
Where had the youth gone?
See, I thought it was magic,
The best thing in the world.
I thought it was flawless,
And that it was
Unstoppable.
(Although I guess eventually,
It turned out it was unstoppable,
Much to my dismay.)
But youth always withers on the inside.
It's a crying supernova,
'Cause they say it's beautiful,
But really, it's
Bitter.
Supernovas cry their hearts out,
And when the death is over,
All that's left is fragments of tears
That are never
Forgotten,
And a change that's taken place.
Something that's been lost,
That I can't get back because I can't
Just forget things,
And I can't just unsee things,
And I can't just go back
To the past.
I
Never
Stop
Wishing
That
I
Could,
Though.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
