19 Nov 2014
Life is making mistakes. Life is fixing them. Life is the lemon squash you drink out if the bottle, the inside jokes, classes, noisy neighbours, watering the garden, books, playing basketball with the neighbours kids, riding your first bicycle, tasting Chinese for the first time, dirt bike riding, sharing sandwiches, mean teachers, homework, the smell of grass after it's been mown, spaghetti, not knowing how to spell spaghetti, dream catchers, dirty windows looking over the backyard, sore feet, the smell if shampoo, long car drives, finding a new song, seeing old couples walking together, going to the pool, detention, smudged mascara, fluffy pillows, washing up, taking long walks, friends, laughing so your ribs hurt, Christmas t-shirts, money, late night strolls, streetlights, struggle, carving your name into coffee tables, stained carpet, birds sitting on power lines, rental DVDs, late night snacks, rusty razor scooters, video games, band obsessing, brushing hair, smiling, loving, hating, sunrise, sunset, life is me when I see you.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
