TO: BEING YOUNG

TO: BEING YOUNG

"My childhood blames me for my life problems. But I had to grow up"

Only yesterday did we have our happy days

Now we are grown & heading our separate ways.

I wish we could share a moment thats too old

Labeling us immature, but who really cares? 

All we do is stress over money and living lavishly

Forgetting to have fun before we stop breathing.

I just want to run backwards once more, just once

I would do it all over again, repeating it all. Twice.

By:

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Aristo Dos Santos

CuPid Poetry

“For Those You Love and Adore”