(A/N): pronounce 2020 like twenty-twenty, not twuny-twuny, if that makes any sense whatsoever.
I look back at my childhood,
And find memories - both bad and good.
The good ones I look back on and sigh,
For my time of age is drawing nigh.
To go relive the best of times,
(This doesn't always have to rhyme)
Would be my only wish come true,
Dear 2020, I hate you.
I'm kept inside, with no new experiences,
My walls are a mess, I'm left with weak defenses.
While no new memories come or go,
How am I expected to grow?
Through hours looking at a screen?
Ignoring the old, shining Suns sheen?
If only Covid-19 were gone,
I could make a new life, as life goes on;
And not constantly relive my past,
So these few words will be my last.
But keep in mind, dear 2020:
Once you're gone, I WON'T be empty.
A/N: I wrote this in Dec. 2020, so yeah.
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Poems by Me
PoetrySometimes, I think deep. Here are some of my deep thoughts, in poem form. You don't have to read this, but if you do, okay I guess. :)
