My birthday was a few days ago and I wrote a poem in honour of that. I put some work into this and I'm pretty proud of it though I feel like it's similar to one I wrote last year but yeah. I yearn for a past of a life I haven't lived, Yearn for stories to tell of a life I haven't built. Nostalgia for places I haven't been, Fear of a life with folds and too much tilt. My soul sings for the sound of people I haven't met, It calls me in a way I don't understand I don't really know what it keeps singing, keeps screaming But all I know is that it's not something bland. What if my life was already written in the stars, A future I cannot see. But constellations change not like people. I want it to be like the wind flowing and free. Maybe this doesn't mean something bad That I don't know how it needs to be Maybe I'm just nostalgic for the future I have yet to build. Also I really would love some ideas to post like something cool and original...
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