Chic

The light filters from above and this room looks almost beautiful

I never like s**t, but this morning it's different

I’ve noticed that every accent has its place, every vinegar has its must

I've noticed that

I've learnt to Escape, 

die to live better

To live in time

To live the time

With all the machines, the vehicles

With finger crossed

With all the gusts, the wind

I've learnt to stay or fix it

The only thing that remains its what I left behind,

The only thing that remains are the rivals that brake

Rivals of friends that I had close, and that left me behind

Author's Note

Right, I know this is confusing but it's the first poem I'm going to post on this platform. I also want to remind people that I am only 16