i'm young.
i haven't yet craved
the wanderlust i contain.
i haven't yet tasted the
sweet honey from the combs.
i haven't yet made enough
memories worth recalling.
i haven't yet swam with
the dolphins.
i haven't yet touched the peak
of mount fuji.
i haven't yet faced all my
fears smiling.
i haven't yet thanked the people
who made me who i am.
i haven't yet made enough people
smile.
i haven't yet pulled a hand glider
over me and fled away.
i haven't yet done anything.
because i'm young.
and i will someday
do each and everything
until my hair turns gray.
i promise myself that
i will die lying on the
bed smiling at myself
for living my life.
i promise myself that
nothing would be big
enough to break my trust
over the life i live.
i promise myself that
i will be strong enough to
make myself and others
happy at the worse times.
i promise myself that
i will be the best version
of myself and accept the
faults in me.
for i'm still young
and have millions of minutes,
and trillions of seconds to
fulfil all my dreams.
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Wild, Free and Young
Poetrythey tormented my soul, they bashed me as a whole, they crushed my hope into pieces, and carved around creases. i had almost gave in, i had made my mind, that i could never shine, that nobody could be mine. but i was wrong, don't need somebody to...
