I fell in love at 17,
19,
21,
22,
23
23.
You’re pretty
Beautiful,
In the way you
Speak
Walk,
Talk,
Look at me,
And all our friends
Who spectate
Agree.
What I need
Is to live, learn
And love
A time where
The only lies
I tell
Are to myself,
Alone
In the confines
Of a simple life.
It’s not fair,
To let you into
A mind,
Heart,
Life,
That may not be
Capable of truly
Letting your heart
Reside
Anywhere
Close
To
Mine.
It
Will end
With a broken heart,
Guaranteed.
I can’t
Even let
You start.
My apologies.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
I fell in love at 17,
19,
21,
22,
23
23.
You’re pretty
Beautiful,
In the way you
Speak
Walk,
Talk,
Look at me,
And all our friends
Who spectate
Agree.
What I need
Is to live, learn
And love
A time where
The only lies
I tell
Are to myself,
Alone
In the confines
Of a simple life.
It’s not fair,
To let you into
A mind,
Heart,
Life,
That may not be
Capable of truly
Letting your heart
Reside
Anywhere
Close
To
Mine.
It
Will end
With a broken heart,
Guaranteed.
I can’t
Even let
You start.
My apologies.
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