My Dear, You were so young
Have you realized what you’re going
To be?
On what’s the point of doing those things?
Do you know what will be the consequences?
Did you dream of becoming someone else?
How far is it?
Do you wish to come back?
It was Beautiful back then,
Nice and carefree.
Young love and sweet letters.
Pure tears, Real scars,
Sincere and kind.
Crafty yet so fragile.
Do you want to see yourself as time pass by?
I know, You wanted it.
Fear, Curiosities.
Anger and hatred.
How does it feel, once it combines?
My dear thirteen years old self
Can you please comeback?
Nope,
Can you help me realize?
The beauty that I deserve.
The path that I should take.
That dream that I failed to reach.
That first love of June.
Thirteen.
Hope you can see,
What’s the future self,
Must need to achieve.
You may not be able to bring back your thirteen year old self but you have more ages to come where you can fulfill those regrets and time to heal to be the better version of yourself. God bless and more power!