Soulmate.

By prospermindDecember 7, 2016 ( 16 )

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I don’t wanna be old,
and feel it fade,
I wanna be bold,
and unafraid.

When the days are laced,
with your face,
and the years are wrapped,
around my neck.

When deterioration has begun,
I’d rather die young.

I don’t wanna be old,
and count the days,
until we unite again.

I wanna go home,
and hold your hand,
stop missing you old friend.

I’m spinning around,
out of control,
I’m hiding inside,
I make no sound,
I’m slow on my feet,
but fast on the ground,
I can’t pull myself up,
I am earthbound.

And if I could give anything at all,
I would give it all away,
and if I had the chance,
I wouldn’t grow older than today.

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About this poem:

First off: Don’t worry, I am okay and not depressed. I hadn’t even planned on writing today (Do I ever?! No.).
Do you know this song “Atlantic” by Keane? In this song he sings “I don’t wanna be old” and I just couldn’t get this line out of my head today. I knew my brain was going to come up with something from this line, because the moment I heard it there was this tingly feeling I always get when inspiration is going to strike. Obviously my mind wouldn’t stop singing the poem above to the melody of “Atlantic” until I finally gave in, grabbed a pen and started to write. Ahh.. silence. Now, I can finally get some sleep.

Good night.

Prospermind. 🙂

Categories: PoetryTags: amateur writer, creative writing, missing you, poetry, soulmate, young getting old

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