Listen, oh little one. Come sit on this weary lap
Let me tell a thing or two about your life and its mishap
8, you meet your bestfriend and it would be special
Like the feeling of a criminal finding his life partner
10 , you meet the first person you'd ever love
She does't say it back, but it's cool, you keep trying more
Till you buy her a rose for Valentine's
And she gives it to her crush , tears out of your eyes
Make a pact to never cry for any female again
A pact you'd live by for another decade
11, you have a darkness cloud your mind
As you become a pleasure tool and it would break your feeble mind
It hunts you and follows you around like fly to a cow's tail
In Good , Bad and Ugly, you'd bury it and dig its grave
15, you try love again
This time will worse, breaks you without remains
Catch her at night kissing other guys
She might have been your first kiss, but on that night, something in you dies
16, you get more traumatized
But nobody sees it but a ghost that keeps your mind alive
Oh, your bestfriend by now would have betrayed you
Then you burn trust with a Catholic candle
17, you become empty as a haunted cell
Till you meet Yizzie, she's heavenly sent
18, you go across the roads
Till you meet Newy , angel who you beg to drag you to hell
18, the fruit left the garden
You accept the role to be that which you hate
Fail to realise the start up moment
But , who is to tell if all the events will worthless
Mindset on reset about love and trust
You preach about things you don't believe in
You struggle to see the positive in love but it isn't yielding
Scratch that year off, the pen just went inkless
19, there you are, in no man's land
Ready to take a journey that isn't yours
Ghost buys tickets and flies first class to comfort you, alone
Thoughts keep piling, the loneliness grow
20, a kiss that starts the sloppy downfall
A vacation of lies and pity talks
Into the land of dark traps and beating hearts
Into a land of pen and ink that never stops
21, you find the first person to ever love you unconditionally
And it feels like a ray of sunshine was lit
But even that would snap, twigs into two
Lots of beers, happy birthday, 22
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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