"You've gotta grow up," the adults say,
Abandon youth and find your way,
Yet immature Peter yearned for eternal glee,
In endless games and jubilee.
Afraid of real commitment,
He chose fun over true love’s fulfillment,
He shied away from ties that bind,
So true love he couldn't find.
He watched as my heart began to stray,
My love unrequited, led me astray,
The pain of his indecision, a bitter pill,
As he clung to youth, and let love's flame grow still.
I asked for a leap of faith,
In destiny's hands I laid,
His childishness took over,
Yet with time's passage, I’ll seek to recover.
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Morgan
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New Normal
There is always a moment — small, quiet, almost forgettable — when the spark stops being a warning and becomes a state. It never looks like a turning point from the outside. It’s not a dramatic shift. It’s not a cinematic beat. It’s a subtle internal click, a recalibration so slight that only someone who has lived this cycle as many times as I have would recognize it.
By Elisa Wontorcika day ago in Poets
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Impressive work! Well written!
-Resurgence 😉💯❤️👍📝💥