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All the Time in the World


 

The longer I contemplate forever, the longer forever becomes.

 

When I was young and blind

I paid no mind to the future

Because the future was now

 

And now was the time to skip rocks

And play hopscotch

And watch flowers grow on hot summer days.

 

Now was the time to watch cotton clouds form dragons

That had battles in the sky

High up in the blue that reminds me of your eyes

And why?

Because I had all the time in the world

 

I didn’t know what tricks life had in store

All I wanted was more

And boredom came slowly

But life came too fast

And last time I checked

Someone said that: “youth is wasted on the young”.

But did I care?

 

I was destined for the screen

A world like I’ve never seen

And yet I wanted it that way

So perfectly obscene

 

When I was beautiful

With lips pink and nothing to think

Sinking deeper and deeper into fantasy with every drink

I paid no mind to tomorrow

Because tomorrow could wait

And what mattered was today

 

Today was here to stay

A day to throw away because the next would be the same

Love came in waves that I braved nightly, one after the next

Meaningless sex and drunken texts

And slowly I wasted away

 

And now my time is up

My corset is undone

No longer young and dumb but running from what I’ve become

I’m trying to reach that heaven again

But forever is never coming back.

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Hey, I'm Ronnie! I'm a 17 year-old aspiring voice actress, spoken word poet and filmmaker that will be attending Hofstra University in the fall of 2015! I like cosplay, TV shows about attractive men fighting monsters, writing (obviously), singing and making things harder than they need to be.

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