Entering Adulthood
That's where you belong
In the land of voters
And tea drinkers
But this is where I'll stay
I'm your childhood fling,
First to hear your sweet nothings
Last to grow up
Perhaps I might not grow up at all
I don't exactly like it,
But I was right all along
I'm your scabbed knees
From gravelled ground
Now you've not even got my scars to spare
But I'm still hanging, ethereally
Im an incandescent ghost, dear,
And all the worse for wear.
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
