A remarkably awkward time.
“Oh, she’s hot!” “He freakin’ smells!” “Has that always been there?”
Some vocalized, some not—
Rush through youngsters’ heads.
But for a young me,
Thoughts were hopelessly
A recluse was I;
Though, I had a secret release:
Upon pages, my mind’s stomach vomited
Over time, the words could be crafted
Into respectable works.
In you, I found written expression.
And I thank you.