The Difference

by

Brbadpenny

The fear of losing touch with everyone I've known throughout my life.
Maybe relationships are valueless and mean nothing in the night.
Sometimes I moan when it hits me hard.
The thought of years forcing last regards.
Surely when feelings are so open they must be forever definite and right.

Havoc, chaos, confusion, unexpected ventures and dreams.
Emotions created cliques when just juveniles and teens.
Sometimes I moan when I think back.
The thought of uncontrollable fits from laugh attacks.
Surely the awareness we have now were the results from past adventures and past scenes.

The fear of the in tuneness disappearing too sudden. Too soon.
Repeating a cycle that's too familiar and that part of life that everyone goes through..

NEXT?
Why don't you look at in the mother's heart is life
by: Taiwo Oluwawemimo Akinlami
from: Lagos, Nigeria

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