Coming from a moment of nostalgia
Misty, distant memories
They smell like orange leaves.
They look like foggy mornings.
They feel like a damp chill lingering
In the air.
They sound like crows and the whistles of Trains.
Walking down a damp street,
Listening to acoustic guitar.
Coming up with stories in my head.
Gray skies broken up by barren tree branches,
Inviting ravens to land.
Somebody is mowing his lawn,
I can smell the wet, cut grass.
All the colors in my little suburban Neighborhood have been dulled,
Saturation low on the brick houses
And pale green lawns.
Breathe, Ivy, breathe.
It will all be alright.
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Poems From Another Sad Teenager
Thơ CaPoems From Another Sad Teenager is a collection of personal poetry highlighting the ups and downs of being a teenager in the 21st century. Dealing with topics of depression, anxiety, friendship, loss, healing, and growth, it gives a relatable narrat...
