Elements of every single occurrence of what is happening and changing. Everything around me it seems to slow; time around me altering. Nothing ever the same from the time you were young or I was born as a child. It is strange to think that you were much like me or I am much like you to what you have done or experienced. But also it's all so different I still walk head on my shoulders one that still can understand the reality from the spell of something that isn't true to life. At least I'm real and honest I can say I'm not one thing similar to you but how you were only in your youth when you were you but now you may just not be here all. Nonsense out of your lips so how should I say you could ever be the same when you can't even recognize my face. How can I say you'll not turn your back away from me again when you can't let your demons go and be free. If anyone is frightened that would be you, afraid to allow yourself to be clean and just to be on your own.
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The Flower that Grew
PoetryA collection of poems written over the course if childhood to adulthood. Enjoy. All works written only by me. Currently adding more and more to my story consisting of poems.
