we are all teenagers,
with empty dreams,
where has our childhood gone?
corruption has now taken place
where the mirage of happiness
once resided.
the bitter taste of reality
has danced on our tongues,
but oh,
corruption can be such a beautiful thing
until that, too
dries up.
and here we are
the broken, corrupted youth.
solace || poetry
By howaboutyesplease
in which the lost will never quite be found More