There is a teenager who dont give a lot of flack
while there is a teenager whose parents are on crack
there is a teenager who wont dress right
while there is a teenager who has to protect themselves at night
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.
What ever is to come is not,
How can it then be mine?
The present moment's all my lot,
And that as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is wholly thine.
Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows,
Ii, by miracle, can be,
This live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that heaven allows.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC