poems i couldn't say - Paperback

My eyes ache when I look around,

there's still so much more to look for

As the end is near and yet so far

Here is the past version of me

Sitting with a pink quartz and some mental potential

Sorrowed, wined, loved, cried, broken, joyed, healed

How did I even end up here?

Maybe I am just a little boy

All because of you

Maybe I am just young