special, “she is special, I know it”
Youth crushed
A taste of fame, vicarious living in a Blue Moon
The taste is pretty and bitter
It’s a bitter Blue shadow
Her soul is recognized on airwaves
Crushed like roses petals in a hurricane
She rolls out the washing machine with her momma
Did you see her tears roll out
Did you get to see the soul in her song?
Youth crushed
Banished
Toiled for lost comfort
Never spoken
Lost in translation
Muttering Spanish pretending to understand
Unfair,
Destroyed
On a roof top
Living in a shadow
Forever soaked
In Blue Moon
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Comments (3)
Your poem "Youth Crushed" is truly powerful and evocative. The emotions that you convey through your words are so raw and real, and I was truly moved by your use of imagery and metaphor.💗💗💖
I love this!
Very nice