18 daydream
Such a curious life
Climbing bridges and
Getting into fights
Picking up and dropping off
Ruthless as ever
You want to talk but you got kicked out by your own mother
Such a dangerous life
But who cares when you’re having fun
Making memories to feel less numb
Broken lines under the window still
A white drop falls and rots back in its will
A dying dream so young and free
Didn’t know what you would want at 18

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Leesaan Robertson
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Nice poem. Please feel free to leave feedback on my poems also, I would appreciate it.

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