young,we start as friends
Holding hands,sharing desserts
Taking walks , making empty promises
Is that what it means to be young?
Teenage years we touch
sneaking out , having sex
using drugs thinking we are above it all
is that what it means to be a teen?
Growing to be adults we plan our marriage
Being barren we opt for adoption
Not sure on whether we'll love the kids
is that what it means to settle?
In dead beds, we remember
All the crazy shit we did
The fun and all the scolding from parents
is that what it meant to be living?
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