You look up with those big eyes
of yours, while talking about the
things you
once loved
while hiding promises you’ve
recklessly made to others. Then
secrets spill into your
heart.
And with a mischievous
gleam in your smile, you list the
ways you’ll conquer the world, all
with the
eloquence of a child.
But you still cling to everything
and nothing, as if you’ve lived for
a very
long
time.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
You look up with those big eyes
of yours, while talking about the
things you
once loved
while hiding promises you’ve
recklessly made to others. Then
secrets spill into your
heart.
And with a mischievous
gleam in your smile, you list the
ways you’ll conquer the world, all
with the
eloquence of a child.
But you still cling to everything
and nothing, as if you’ve lived for
a very
long
time.
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