Nostalgia Poem by Nathan Strange

Some things you never forget.
They are tatooed on the inside of your head,
until your last breath.

I can never get over my teen years
and the way I felt at that time.
My head was clogged with so much stuff,
I'm surpised i didn't spontaneously combust.

It didn't seem like I was enjoying myself at the time,
I didn't realise how crucial everything was.
But the delicately lit flame is not the same anymore.
I will never ever be that innocent again.