Clouds, delicate and feathery,
Dancing in the sky
To the beat of the winds;
Too wild to stop here,
Too young to know
Where to go next.
Sunflowers, of a vibrant summer;
Turning our heads to look
At what shines the brightest;
Too vain to applaud it,
Too young to find
Our own light.
Icicles, rigid and sharp;
Intimidating strangers with glares,
Coldly indifferent to gentleness;
Too stubborn to melt away,
Too young to love
Silent, desolate winters.
Sitting by the lake,
Jumping in the puddles of rainwater,
Counting the stars,
Smiling at the Moon,
Writing poetry, Blasting the music,
Burning moments onto film,
Eating our comfort food,
Falling a little in love with this world,
We are too young;
Too young to give up on life.
Yours truly,
The Ink Warrior.
Happier You❤ 