It's upon these moments-
that I bear in mind-thought-
the walls of my mind are echoing,
and I know not which thought they've sought.
If this is me,
then I must not remember what me feels like.
Love should never simply suffice-
it's for this, that we pay the repetitive price; night after night-
we have sought for that which felt right,
and in love-again-lost our sight;
hung on an idea of perfection, perhaps too tight.
Author Bio:
Carly Larkin is a senior in high school and takes classes at SFCC through the running start program. Her Passion resides in poetry, through which she finds tranquility through her search for truth. She has been writing poetry since she was 13, and is just now deciding she is ready to put it out there in hopes that others may gain from it as she has.
that I bear in mind-thought-
the walls of my mind are echoing,
and I know not which thought they've sought.
If this is me,
then I must not remember what me feels like.
Love should never simply suffice-
it's for this, that we pay the repetitive price; night after night-
we have sought for that which felt right,
and in love-again-lost our sight;
hung on an idea of perfection, perhaps too tight.
Author Bio:
Carly Larkin is a senior in high school and takes classes at SFCC through the running start program. Her Passion resides in poetry, through which she finds tranquility through her search for truth. She has been writing poetry since she was 13, and is just now deciding she is ready to put it out there in hopes that others may gain from it as she has.
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