Thursday, September 8, 2016

The nostalgia of youth

Words that formed in my mind
Yet not passed through my lips
We are the wandering kind
Neither here nor there

Our times has passed
Let the new ones lead
The cycle continues
Blurring all into one

Thank you for the late night texting
The interesting teachings
And for those yet to be done
Never again would these happen

They are all just part of youth anyway

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