a poem of sorts...
i am laying here shedding one tear at a time a time to be joyously celebrating my youth oh what an age 21 drinking, legality, freedom, rage, rebellion but a stale part of the cracker of my heart has let another grain of salt fall another youthful year gone my sadness stems from me growing uo dang today I even started using indicators topped off with my friends yelling "you drive like a grandma" i sit here wondering will every birthday be a funeral of my innoncence will every year going by be embraced with tears or will there be a time where I will be okay with the chaos the chaos storming my eyes and pounding another year of silence of fragility of being overlooked of being questioned of being underestimated this all began with a hes too good for you he will treat you right well i say fuck it and fuck me fuck me up good 21 cause this nasty girl is about to get nastier
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