Nah jk, I'm just acting like the media
Now that I have your attention,
mind giving a read?
Reflection
Another day, another day
Notes, and pen, and paper, and chores
Clubs and dates, and activities galore
The petals on my rose are wilting fast
Dry in the corner, It resembles my past
Memories still leave my ever counting days,
For this itself, is one special thing
The beauty of growing stays
Persists through forgetfulness
Provides us with bliss, and nothing less
Whom may be the scholar this time,
To conclude as to why my rose has repressed
May it be task, and uneven ground?
Battling demands that make my head pound?
Stifling my stress if it dare make a sound,
Reminding me if schedules of which I am bound?
Maybe it be love, and endearing affection
Passion and reflection,
Contemplation of rejection,
All thoughts powerful, without care of protection
Whatever may lurk the halls,
And mark my walls,
And mark on record every one of my falls,
Whatever the case may be,
Whatever has chosen to burden,
Whatever is behind the curtain,
I am still me,
One hundred percent, for certain
Mirror
We both are young, in heart and mind
Yet you are old, and I am new
to the many stories we share together
Of the many I forget, and the few that I knew
These memories I find
Embracing our past, we both do best
Curled against a wall, our notes to our chest,
You speak of your future, I speak of my past,
We think about each other
as time continues fast
Now memories begin to fade away
As you speak of who you may be one day
I'm dreaming about all that I had used to be
A little boy untouched by the world
Living happily and free
I miss when I win me
Filling nearly every day with glee
Yet now the time has come
to peer into the mirror, and see
I am who I am today,
I'm greater than I was,
I'm past, present and future,
And I welcome you to stay
@Freedom-Writers
