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By Harydo NeonPublished 4 years ago 2 min read
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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

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About the Creator

Harydo Neon

I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.

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