Looking at the past...
What once was seems so long ago.
Simply friends, mischief at every turn and bend...
The simpler days.
The days of puppy love and intrigue.
The days of loyalty and honesty.
The days she didn't have to fit a mold.
But childish things have now grown cold, and as the years grow older, she now shoulders the burden of suffocating truth.
No more are the days of smiles and sun rays.
No more are the days of loyalty and honesty.
No more are the days of laughs and puppy loves.
No... Now as she grows, the world becomes close.
Closer in its hostility,
Closer in its forced mold of mentality,
Closer to snuffing out the Innocence of youth.
Her father calls her homewrecker.
Her mother says she should know better...
Gone are the days of old.
Gone are the days of carefree joys.
Colder, closer, and colder still...
The youth that she once had...
Is now a bitter pill.
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Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
