I'm young
I can say I've had experiences
I can say it were few
But I'm still searching for truth
Six years is all
Story of mine untold
I ain't no Da Vinci
nor Cinderella's Fairy
No ryhmes, no humor to tell
Always told
Me, a gal from far off coast
Proves only theories
Bluff, its my work
or so I've been told
can't really help chasing
bluffs in six years caking
Eyes set on practicality
I'm young, so lists requires quality
Years said wasted
Mine thought gold dreams tainted
I became buffed
tackled losers beyond
anxiety caused by lists they flaunt
Maybe I'll fly
I can taste the ocean feet below
I can fall from a skyscrapers in time
I can dream of drawing a tie
losing to petty goodbye
No normal
No parent
No pet
Can see through
No friend
No specialist
No president
Can aid blue
Justify
Defy
Amplify
Pains long due
write me a letter
write it on water
draw on top of skyscrapers
Goodbyes of someone like you
YOU ARE READING
MY POEMS
Poetry🍭These are poems that makes my anxiety and depression form into an ink staining my life and each paper that I take. Please do not copy unless you understand what you are taking away. 🌼
