I remember that, as a 15 year old adolescent, I wrote poetry. I was infatuated with a pop singer from Norway. I wrote poems for her. And I did them almost every day. And sometimes I cried while writing them, thinking I couldn't have her. Though it may sound foolish at first, I still remember that experience. And in my parent's house, pro…
I remember that, as a 15 year old adolescent, I wrote poetry. I was infatuated with a pop singer from Norway. I wrote poems for her. And I did them almost every day. And sometimes I cried while writing them, thinking I couldn't have her. Though it may sound foolish at first, I still remember that experience. And in my parent's house, probably those notebooks still exist.
I don't do much of that these days, and maybe I should. They connect me to that romantic boy that still exists. That fears not in expressing what he feels.
I remember that, as a 15 year old adolescent, I wrote poetry. I was infatuated with a pop singer from Norway. I wrote poems for her. And I did them almost every day. And sometimes I cried while writing them, thinking I couldn't have her. Though it may sound foolish at first, I still remember that experience. And in my parent's house, probably those notebooks still exist.
I don't do much of that these days, and maybe I should. They connect me to that romantic boy that still exists. That fears not in expressing what he feels.