deepundergroundpoetry.com
Years And Years
Six years ago
Sixth grade
Six years later
Senior year
I can still see my light up sketchers
Running across the brand new blacktop
My neon pink chipped nails
Handprints forever on the bright yellow handball
My dirty converse now walk across
The faded blacktop
My still chipped nails
Fingertips grazing the dulled flaking
Yellow handball
Nostalgia
When did everything change?
Sixth grade
Six years later
Senior year
I can still see my light up sketchers
Running across the brand new blacktop
My neon pink chipped nails
Handprints forever on the bright yellow handball
My dirty converse now walk across
The faded blacktop
My still chipped nails
Fingertips grazing the dulled flaking
Yellow handball
Nostalgia
When did everything change?
Published 10th Aug 2024
Author's Note
Just thinking, feeling old lol.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 104
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
10th Aug 2024 9:10pm
It hits sometimes when you don’t expect it. You have a long, fruitful, beautiful life ahead of you, girl.
