Hand in the paper
Life is like an invisible exam. Watching the people around me hand in their papers one after another and get on the set track, I myself am still lingering at the starting point and have yet to put pen to paper.
17 years old
I thought love was an instant reply message
It's the chat records of good morning, good night and late at night
Eighteen years old
I am full of expectations for the future and romance
I don't need you to be rich or capable
Because I believe that love is greater than everything
19 years old
I'm going to start planning for the future
But I don't understand
Why is love an endless quarrel
And repeating the same mistakes again and again
Twenty years old
I began to doubt human nature
So love can be feigned
21 years old
There is someone around you who you love but can't have
Some people repeat the same mistakes.
People around me have also been submitting their papers one after another
22 years old
I met the person I like
But still shook head and said, "Let's be friends."
About the Creator
Luna
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
"A timeline of heartbreak, hope, and hard truths, growing up has never sounded so beautifully bittersweet."
Fantastic poem!!!