This is a poem I wrote a while ago, I stumbled across it while looking through my old notes! I’ve decided to share it. Ps, it’s kinda bad :•̩̩̩̩ᯅ•̩̩̩
One step at a time they'd say.
But it seems just like yesterday I was building blocks and enjoying my youth.
I would skip around with joyful tears,
My outdoor friendships, never lasted long but they who'd I adore.
The Stories we'd learn, star of the week.
Math, or science wasn’t my style,
One step at a time they'd say.
Outside we'd go once again,
Falls on my newly bought hat.
No one seems to care, except the little girl with ginger hair.
Oh she seems to notice, and notices immediately.
As she'd cry, she'd fall and she'd fall hard.
The burn she'd feel, would cause her tears to fall deeper.
Blood dripping, dripping down her palms, her wrists, knees and thighs.
Help, she'd shout. But no-one heard her cries.
Now, This feeling somehow feels euphoric. A strange underlying familiar sensation.
Yo is Shakespeare really dead???🤔🤔