Dear Past Self, Love Your Future Disaster.

Dear Past Self, Love Your Future Disaster.

A Poem by Bree
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Because I wish I can travel back in time ...

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Dear Past Self,

Never get passed the age of nine

Your heart will become disasters design

Never stop coloring the world with crayons

Never let your foot slip from steady stands

Don’t stop being happy, don’t stop smiling,

Don’t ever stop your unbroken wings from flying

Never ever take things to deep

Always, always sing yourself to sleep

Never ever watch someone die

Don’t believe what you see that makes you cry

Those monsters aren’t real little one, they don’t exist

They don’t exist because insanity isn’t in your midst

Never ever pick up that razorblade

Don’t ever let your innocence fade

Don’t fall victim to destruction

It’s a very scary world of no reconstruction

You don’t wanna be a monster, little girl, you don’t wanna grow old

As you get older, hunny your heart grows cold

You don’t wanna be your older self,

You see, your older self has things she keeps on a shelf

Things that she hoped she’d never become

She needs you to stay pure little one

You get scary when you grow

And you enter a world you don’t know

Never lose your smile, or your bright brown eyes

Never slip into depression, anger in disguise

You’re a happy child, and stay that way

Don’t let your innocence ever fade away

Little past self, don’t become your torn cold, bitter older form,

She can’t escape the scary thunderstorm

Keep playing hopscotch and keep coloring outside the lines

Never use your wrist as a canvas, or a razor to penetrate it’s surface binds

Past self, promise me you’ll stay the way you are

Don’t cary multipuls of the same scar

Don’t lose your mind, don’t lose your head

Don’t try to walk among the dead,

I warn you, you don’t wanna be grown

When you get older, you’ll be very painfully alone,

Don’t ever grow up, stay young forever

It’s much better than not being together

Little self, don’t let these moments go by any faster

I swear to you. The girl you become is a horrible disaster

Love,

Your future self.

© musickidxx 2011

© 2011 Bree


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Bree
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Bree. ~Things I like~ Poet. Bisexual. Atheist. Music addict. Junior. London. Jersey. 17. Monster energy drinks. Fuzzy socks. Coffee. Kittens. Tumblr. Crayons. Markers. Creative. Rainbows. Old Carto.. more..

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