Sunny : Writing

different

different

A Poem by Sunny


Transitioning into a late teen should feel similar to that of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Instead it feels like hell
New Beginnings

New Beginnings

A Poem by Sunny


When Spring comes forth with flowers blooming with hope and joy.
Use of Hands

Use of Hands

A Poem by Sunny


Infant, child & teenage adolescence.
A Knife To My Chest

A Knife To My Chest

A Poem by Sunny


I wrote this poem to express an antagonising and dreadful feeling of pushing away self identity.
The Piano Keys Are Trembling

The Piano Keys Are Trembling

A Poem by Sunny


Through your heart and soul shall your answers unfold.
Infinity or something like that

Infinity or something like that

A Poem by Sunny


These are the days teenagers shall thrive and survive.