What are we?

Born a slave to our own destiny

It's the florets you wish upon when your lungs can't hold your breath,
Wishing upon a shooting star leaving after last months rent
Can you remember running through the wet grass,
Never felt so good coming in last, has it?
Grab the latch and smash it before someone else grabs the last of your magic and rehabs your addict,
We'll never understand what happened when Keaton became a slave to his habit...

I'm still here, take a pic quick, instagram' it

I'll sign your s**t, f**k the autographin'

Reviews

[Annie S]

correct me if am wrong lol this is superb putting a twist there in the middle then when
seeing this line:
'Grab the latch and smash it before someone else grabs the last of your magic and rehabs your addict,'
Addiction. Having the reader figure out what it is, is quite good in this poem
Well done! :)

[KeatonLouis]

Thank you. I had actually written this one a few weeks ago and remember I had it saved. Its my favorite
And thank you for your helpful words

[Annie S]

you're welcome :)