Age nineteen,
Advantages galore,
Am I vain to think my body is beautiful?
I need not worry
For wrinkles and calories
Cannot scar me.
Cut veins and broken hearts
But why?
Even tears hide in their shed.
A fountain of youth bubbles within,
Protected by a unique marble,
Yet treated with utter recklessness.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
Sparks ignite and shimmer in the night sky,
Dangerous but entirely mesmerizing,
If I stepped closer, the passion would consume me.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC