Sonnet 1

So fragile, I feel like I am glass

About to break, about to crash

The sun here all day, and gone in a flash

Taking in the fresh scent of freshly-mowed grass

Growing as my youth is about to pass

Fading as the wind grabs a lash

Hoping my life will be more than just a tombstone’s dash

Hoping my composure can be as strong as brass

 

I think about my childhood I’ve spent

Doing things that I never thought of

Things I never thought would matter in times like this

I never thought would make me ready and content

You give me a little push out of love

I am ready for adulthood, as I give you one last kiss

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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