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Jan 2018
Furrowed skin, sunken eyes,
Body thin, swollen thighs

A eulogy for youth
A stepping stone from death
Still seeking  truth
With only seconds left.

Youth being a brief morning,
A chapter in the book
Words of a warning,
Not a second look

The flower fades
Whilst the sun has set
And eyes ablaze,
Contain regret

More time, and more time, to live once more
More love, more love, to fight for

I wish I was brave, I wish I was true, to take what I crave and run away with you
,but my eyes will always see,
When I look at you,
The things I want to be,
The things I wish to do.
My eyes are blind to flaw, when upon you they gaze.
I'll remember what I saw
For the rest of my days
And as old eyes look at upon your wrinkled skin,
It'll be but a disguise for what lies within.
Forever will you mean the most,
Your mystery will uphold,
When thinking of your ghost
Long after you've beaten old
Written by
Robbie Lamb
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