in tomorrow times when you've forgotten how to be soft
or how it feels to be warm
or just how lost one can be
In years to come, you'll fall from grace
or you'll remember how hard you prayed for something too much
for your parents to be happy, just before you broke their hearts
for your words to be comprehensible, just when they escape your mouth
for the love you pushed away to come back, just when he decides not to
for your calls to reach him, just so you can say sorry
In years to come, you'll be in a state of grace
when you find yourself in places you saw in magazines from when you were 16,
the love and the changing, the growth, the pain
the magazines and the exam papers and the people you loved
you ought to remember:
you hated this place since 13, but in this place you hoarded all your friends in and all the first-loves and heartbreaks. It mellows you.
and the love that is, it stays, even if you never said sorry for breaking their hearts unapologetically.
