
Feels like a Tuesday
I am up, like it's a Sunday
4 step skincare in my comfy PJ's
I hated those late night DJ's
Not blowing candles at 12 midnight
I was born 4 hours past that time
Some daily affirmations from me
I am grateful, I am thankful, I agree
Dear god, make me so knowledgeable
I wish to treat all the diseases curable
Happy and Healthy are enough
I know all other things are bluff
A little dance by the kitchen place
I guess food is now my comfort space
Caffeine dose raised in grams
I think to blame are the exams
Dishes washed instantly after meals
I believe this is what adulting means
No high school drama, no better romance
I am worried more for my finance
Five friends or fifty, no longer my bargain
I don't have time for more mind games
With whatever talent and experiences in hand
I wish all the upcoming storms I withstand
Sacred of next, and all yet to come
I find it hard, my mind goes numb
Wish somebody sends me a time machine
I dream to travel back all the years in between
No-matter how much I hate 13,14,15,16,17,18 and 19
I still want to be called TWEN-TEEN
WRITER'S NOTE: Heyyaa! its my Birthday, I am no longer a teen (that's the sad part). I have a request for anyone who reads this; please leave a little advice for me from your twenties in my comment section, I would adore and highly appreciate it. THANK YOU! Have a wonderful day!
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Hey fella! welcome to my blog or you could say a little window into my thoughts. Here I will be writing about various topics like, life experiences, short fictions, poems and sometimes a little insights to my life. I hope we all get along!
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