They say I've changed
And I know what they mean
But why would you wish for
Someone to stay
Always the same
Just stagnant
Like an undeveloped polaroid
A story untold
A movie unseen
A flower that never blooms
A person that never grows?
And I'd say that's what I do
I'm developing
And growing
And blooming
I'm writing my story
I'll edit this film
And I'm never far away
I'm not out of reach
So why should I stay?
Why - if I could be all the things
That one day,
Oh, one day I'll be.
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Puisi»If in doubt, please make art Cause when the world falls apart You might mend a broken heart« Poetry from the notes app on my phone
