People say that I'm young;
Having lived or existed for only a short amount of time
Inexperienced with two fists full of optimism and enthusiasm
I am young
I hold hope in my smooth hands
I don't bare deep set lines of worry and surprise
I have plum circles of sleepless nights under my eyes
Worry rests there
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 1:37 AM UTC
People say that I'm young;
Having lived or existed for only a short amount of time
Inexperienced with two fists full of optimism and enthusiasm
I am young
I hold hope in my smooth hands
I don't bare deep set lines of worry and surprise
I have plum circles of sleepless nights under my eyes
Worry rests there
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