bachha
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Good pace, on part of age …
To take advantage of her
Slow unsure and what else, pure
Her mouth as dry as birds on journey across seasons
Waiting for a native island across these oceans
While moments push the planet around
Bachha knows no feathers
Of freedom if it flew over success
No pearls, if girls had loved them
On balloons of deflated richness
Why trouble a breeze on shore
If even on a coffee, shivers love
Bachha finds no sugar in her taste
Anyways
To worry for sweet hearts lying naked on floor
Instead
Find a game and build a house
Bring a pet to join a happy grouse
Share the wisdom of luck if it works
To justify simple pain that comes with easy pleasures
Confused
And torn like clothes
Worn inside out for stitches
To show
To take advantage of her
Slow unsure and what else, pure
Her mouth as dry as birds on journey across seasons
Waiting for a native island across these oceans
While moments push the planet around
Bachha knows no feathers
Of freedom if it flew over success
No pearls, if girls had loved them
On balloons of deflated richness
Why trouble a breeze on shore
If even on a coffee, shivers love
Bachha finds no sugar in her taste
Anyways
To worry for sweet hearts lying naked on floor
Instead
Find a game and build a house
Bring a pet to join a happy grouse
Share the wisdom of luck if it works
To justify simple pain that comes with easy pleasures
Confused
And torn like clothes
Worn inside out for stitches
To show
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the poem's about growing up in a different way than what the world usually expects.
an adult can be considered a kid at any given point of time ... for thinking in his or her own immature way
i'm so glad you write here
it always feels nice to hear this .... no matter how many times over ....
maybe simply because, even if u don't want to care, its important to be reassured.
take care!
A poet can memorize
Phrases of remorse
But it’s difficult to refine responsibility
It’s strange to comprehend repetition