I feel like a little kid

Writing topics too grown

I can’t wait to learn to drive

I miss you when I’m home

My soul feels aged

Why can’t I be older

I want to walk down the aisle

And cry on your shoulder

Someone to call me mine

That would be nice.

Lord why am I like this

I’m certain what I want

But not in this moment.

Little me thought I could plan it all out.

Turns out I can, but it won’t truly work out.

Burnt out.

Love me.

Goodbye, lovely.