I remember those days
People going, people staying
People dating, people playing
People praying, people slaying
I remember those days
The stories untold
The stories too short
The stories too bold
I remember those days
Carefree villains
Actions unforgiven
Chasing the adrenaline
I remember those days
Life made before life lived
The beat, the bruised, the broken
Horrors never spoken
I remember those days
I, sheltered at home,
Watched them walk boldly into the unknown
Watched those lives as they were thrown
I remember those days
Before the morning sun
I may have been young
But I've never been dumb
About the Creator
Niana G
I'm a 17 year old aspiring writer. Cats, space, and maybe some sort of dark shade of blue pretty much describes my vibe, both in real life and in writing.
On Winning and Losing
Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
By Dana Crandell3 days ago in Writers
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