use your words- a poetry collection

fifteen

blow out the candles

wish for the best

get more mature

and grow into your dress

the ripe young age

just on the brink

the middle of youth

but so old now, you think

who would ever worry

about the clock running out

so much time on our hands

used for love, pain, and doubt

tumbling head over heels

we fearlessly fall

too childish to see

that he was never the one at all

hearts break so quickly

like glass jars thrown on the floor

emotions flood my growing brain

I can't go back to who I was before

dramatically thinking

following the extremes

nobody could ever understand

what it's like to be me

15 comes and goes

like the flicker of a candle

as much as this time hurts

life won't give to you what you can't handle