"To ten million fireflies, I'm weird cause I hate good byes."
- Owl City
Would you want to say goodbye to your youth?
Would you want to say farewell to your innocent smiles?
Would you want to kiss the tears away from your playing day?
Would you want to... add another age to turn your hair into gray?
As pages in your calendar turns, even your weight added
Or your skin getting dried. Or your eyes that speaks experience
We grow older, we grow lonelier
We have growth, but where do we grow?
As our age stacked like books getting abandoned
Hope the marks from the tears stay within
The memories static, that once, you wished for a twirl at a slide
Or a big ice cream from the big man
Do not leave your youth
For the numbers of your age
YOU ARE READING
One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
