Broken days

Before you walk away,

Before the day is done,

Why do you insist on leaving,

We're not forever young.

You say, "C'mon, let's play!" one minute but the next,

You're all about "growing up" and "finding love".

You'll laugh and smile alongside me,

But soon turn your back to the younger us.

We never noticed when we stopped playing in the mud,

Because looks overthrew our play.

We never noticed when we gave up our alongside-boys fun,

Because the world put romance in the way.

Why did you let our imagination stop,

Why did you let your rage grow nearer.

Why did you leave our youth to flop,

You horrible monster in the mirror.

Reviews

[ETERNITY]

I try to enjoy poetry at face value and not diagnose...
However, this one reminds me of Bukowski's poetry readings.
He enjoyed his poetry but was so filled with anxiety, he would vomit off the side of the stage.
Enjoy life as a kid while you are a kid.
When you begin to feel your conscience eating at you, it's time to put away childish things.
We still enjoy life, but we "choose" boundaries.
There is a point in sex that we want everything and anything.
But that is carnal lust and it separates us from God.
I ask forgiveness each time I masturbate and hope Christ doesn't come to Judge in the next few seconds.
OH! I'm a virgin But sex is sex.
Good poem, the rhyming is great!

[Grace Lee]

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