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At 21 years old, you didnt want me.

I wanted too much from you.

And I knew too little about the world.

My body was too new for you.

But my touch sure did get old to you, 

When I wouldnt stroke your ego

Like you wanted me to.

And when you looked into my eyes

They were full of both hope 

And disapointment,

My heart shattered way too easily.

I was always down at your feet.

Years have passed,

Now at 40.

And you still don't want me.

I don't want anything anymore.

And that renders you useless.

And I have seen plenty of the world. 

So much so it makes you feel a bit green.

And to me,

Your body is too soft and worn

And mine doesn't belong to yours any more

You look into my eyes,

You can't decieve me like you once did.

My heart doesn't shatter so easily.

And I aways land on two feet...

All it took was some time.