16 Years old and i have a very slim idea of what i want to do or who i wish to be. uncertenty and confusion of the world surrounds me. The life i am still trying to figure out is a journy that i document and explore through my poetry.
naive and innocent
alone with my mind
no troubles stir inside
but are my thoughts truly alone?
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Breathing hot breath
on to the frost of cold glass
trying to get a peek at last
of whats hidden behind the mask
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there's a child
abandoned and alone
one whom never truly had a home
to fast they've grown to old
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I am a strand of lightning
shooting strait across the sky
not waiting for the day to go by
moving fast across the sky
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