What have you become?
What have you made of yourself?
Have you pushed away all of your dreams,
to the back of that dusty shelf?
Do you regret some of your past?
Or even what your future will be?
Do you live daily in shock and pure aghast,
thinking “Is this truly me?”
Do you wish you would’ve graduated?
Do you wish you would’ve gone to church more often?
Do you regret that teenage rebellion,
wishing you would’ve softened?
If you could change one thing you’ve done,
do you know what it would be?
Perhaps the drugs or maybe the sex,
or because the way you are today, you’d change ever meeting me.
Please comment!
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wow, I love this and can relate so so much. Damn, I have too many regrets and fxck ups. You seem very talented doll. Wonderful write.
xx
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this reminds me of my friend...it really hit me like a ton of bricks....needless to say..i loved it...keep up the good work...
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Thanks for the comment. Im glad you enjoyed it.
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This is an amazing poem doll, you seem like a really talented writer, so keep up the good poetry.
Luff ya
x x
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yeah I had writers block 4 the longest fuckin time and then this popped into my head. I love it though! Thanks for the comment!
Love ya
J09
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like [w0w]!!!
jessica!!!
this was so amazing!!!
you hav such a gift for getting your emotions across to your readers!!!
great job kid, i loved it!!!
ur westside buddy
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