Teenage Dream


Memories hang on my head like a thorny crown
Afraid to look down because of the weight
Chosen too late the option that in hindsight
Was right
Taken in by the delight of something foreign

Ill fated was the idea that new things bring happiness
Instead, they make the old seem better
Slow is the mind in a thick malaise
And sunny daze of memory

Wishing to connect to a past
A feeling that won't leave
Dying for a reprieve
From the days and times you will never have again
Move on my friend

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