disobey

Youth

Frozen,

In time.

Disappointed, all-

The Saints with thine.

Growth is just a show-

To blame on my,

Vision of life.

 

It's been far too long. Euthanized-

My fears and thoughts of loom.

Feed the light-

Into my atmosphere.

Dread is left behind,

What's yours is mine.

Is the love we built still here.

Youth is hard to find-

Though your tears.

 

Wave-

Through my spine.

Hard to listen clear. Sensitize,

the pores that leak with sudden moods-

Of glee and freedom.

Your eyes are all I need,

My dear.

Lead with cheers of hope.

I couldnt know, any other.

 

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