A collection started years ago,
thoughts and heartbreaks of my youth,
an immature mind driven by emotion.
Age has gotten to me,
epiphany after realization,
maturity has finally caught up to me.
A story untold awaits,
but not in this project,
as it's time has come.
My heart swells at the growth through it all,
with mournful eyes and hidden tears,
I let go of the old me.
Logic and I are very close now,
our familiarity has released and long lost thought—
"Letting go what you love,
will result in the loved coming back."
Today I complete this chapter of my writing,
not casting it away,
but reflecting on it for future reference.
Farewell, and till next time.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
