a very old (2 years lol) unreleased poem with a photo from around the same time. i am very fond of 16 year old me. i hope you enjoy some nostalgia with me :) ❤️
i danced on the pages of a book that wasn’t mine
waltzed through similes and metaphors that weren’t written about me
i veered from who i was
temptation lacing my motive
i left my prosperous path
thorned roses screeching my name
i have found my path again
found the hands held out to help me
found the girl in the mirror
and that broken piece of my soul
and it’ll take so long
and be so hard
but for tonight,
i’ll sleep in fresh sheets.
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