The best me
Was my past
The best I'll ever be?
But it ended so fast,
You hardly got to know me.
Maybe my youth
Was my best trait.
But that's a damning truth,
And and the cruelest of fates.
Was it my naivety then
That made me shine so bright?
All the way back when
I hadn’t felt the darkness of night.
I should've soaked in the scene
When I was still at the top
Maybe I would've seen,
It's a long way to drop
Now all that I do,
Is hope I’ll go back.
But with all I've been through,
I'm afraid now there's too many cracks.
Copyright © Darshika Narayan | Year Posted 2025
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