serotina


serotina, is your innermost desire
what deceives you
when necessity charms quicker
than the shadows of your secrets?
seventeen imperfect years
but fathom this
you’re older by a thousandfold
tomorrow burrows each abyss
each wrinkle on the days of old
but would you rather be
that girl again
if it were possible
to take back all the things
you never said?
when you fail
when you’re dead
she will seem so very frail
the girl
bedazzled
by her own disillusioned
disappointment
and the beautiful
chaotic world
around her on the inside
juvenile, but always
older by a thousandfold
tomorrow burrows each abysmal
sorrow on your soul




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