My childhood was good
At least I think
I don't really remember it all that much
Bits and pieces here and there
I'm the bird eating the scattered bread crumbs
All the crumbs being a memory
Either that be good or bad
If I could describe it in a word,
It would be bittersweet
A sweet taste but a bitter after taste
I wish I knew more,
It's sad not remembering the way of life I grew up in
All my issues probably stem from childhood
But as I say,
Blissful ignorance is the best ignorance someone could have
Not knowing of something that was bad,
Can't hurt you.
Right?
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
