My eyes of glistening blue
Have never seen a sweeter view
My teenage years are going so fast
I wish I never had to reminisce on the past
My head spins as I fall asleep
These are the years I want to keep
“Tears taste better than laughter
When you miss what you sought after”
Tears taste better than laughter
When you miss what you sought-after
Deeply anticipating the future
But don’t want it to come sooner
The creation of another memory
That will soon no longer be
I think the formatting of this poem came out a little weird on the blog page; however I wish I would have written more stanzas and referenced the captivating point of this essay more: the color blue.
Lopo this poem is so sad. Your topic really resonates with me; it’s so sad to grow up, but also creates the best memories and makes you look forward to so many new things. I really like your use of repetition and rhyme scheme, which is very hard to do.