He swaggers by with such confidence.
I stare in admiration of his brown hair & hat.
Nobody else sees what I see, I know he's all that.
His strong personality defends a lack of trust.
He shys away without interest a shell within himself
While I am left to ponder
if about me he will ever grow fonder.
We have nothing in common.
I like to Facebook, watch DVDs, & write poems.
He likes to drink, play video games, & who knows what else.
We are not friends he doesn't care about me.
My feelings he does not care to see.
I guess I am to old is how it is to be.
To be 20 to 17 years younger is impossible.
To be the same age is just not possible.
Our spirits have no age.
But our mortal bodies decline & fade.
I guess I am a person he would never get to know or miss.
Eternal Youth full grown is my personal wish.
To reverse my skin's aging & never decrease bone mass.
To maintain a beautiful face, firm ******* & a figure that's first class.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
He swaggers by with such confidence.
I stare in admiration of his brown hair & hat.
Nobody else sees what I see, I know he's all that.
His strong personality defends a lack of trust.
He shys away without interest a shell within himself
While I am left to ponder
if about me he will ever grow fonder.
We have nothing in common.
I like to Facebook, watch DVDs, & write poems.
He likes to drink, play video games, & who knows what else.
We are not friends he doesn't care about me.
My feelings he does not care to see.
I guess I am to old is how it is to be.
To be 20 to 17 years younger is impossible.
To be the same age is just not possible.
Our spirits have no age.
But our mortal bodies decline & fade.
I guess I am a person he would never get to know or miss.
Eternal Youth full grown is my personal wish.
To reverse my skin's aging & never decrease bone mass.
To maintain a beautiful face, firm ******* & a figure that's first class.
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