26-Twenty Six
I’m 26. Gone to old, faded in bold
How do I start my story?
My predicament ignites in fury
Too busy making money
Tell me if cash ever makes you happy?
Where do I find my passion?
I need something to forget oblivion
I’m too scared to miss out
Call me trigger happy, my body’s in drought
I am reaching for intimacy
Share a bed with someone, un-cuff me
I’m jaded, ignition has faded
You tell me you miss me
With spooning, you seem itchy
There is no point in trying
Thanks to robotics I’m surviving
Swipe right and build a conversation
A stranger on tinder to fill the desperation
I am done with pretensions
I am 26 and I’m letting go of future humiliations
Don’t let me be the typical girl.
I am not, I don’t wear pearls
The world cares less for singles
The singles rejoice the world’s pickles.
I will continue living my life freely
No pressure. I’m 26, screw serendipity.
Copyright © Yvette Dignos | Year Posted 2015
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