How can I want to grow up quickly so bad
When I was only just 10 and I didn't know shit about life?
How can I already plan my wedding and parties
When I haven't seen what love really is with my own eyes?
How did I want to have white hair
And various diseases that couldn't be possibly cured
And spend my life with all the people I was with
When I was just 10 years old?
When I'm old and I can't sit straight anymore
I need help when I stand up and walk because my knees are weak
The hospital is almost my home because I have cancer or whatever
My face is full of wrinkles and my cheeks aren't rosy
I already smell like wet soil and plants
I can't make up the corny jokes I make today anymore
I can't dance around you when I'm happy
I can't argue and engage on debates just to prove I'm right
I'm not the independent and strong woman you met anymore
Will you still want me?
YOU ARE READING
Sun and Moon
Non-FictionJust like the sun; she's glowing and shining. A bright red color that symbolizes passion and fierceness. Until she meets someone just like the moon; peaceful and subtle. He's understated and he's there. She's there.
