Maturity scars

The peaceful dreams of my childhood
Reminded me how I once understood
Simple meanings behind simple things.
I never had to pull any kind of strings.

It didn’t matter how I saw the world
When I was young – then I grew old.
I paid the bitter price of adulthood
With ugly scars I cannot ever undo.

Pointless-never has my maturity been.
How is it that you forget the unseen?
How did I deceive myself and pretend
When everything changed in the end?

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3 Responses to “Maturity scars”
  1. Mack spune:

    Frumoasa poezia.

    Starea asta intunecata a ta e „cultivata” ca un sambure creator sau e chiar o stare de fapt a ta?

  2. Roxana spune:

    @Mack: ambele – e şi o stare, e şi influenţată de ultimele evenimente din viaţa mea.

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