When i was fourteen
I learnt how to tie a rope
And practiced on a small string
until i could tie it with my eyes closed
i kept it in my pocket
i placed it in my bag
I played with it when i was lonely
and held it in my hands
Now i'm nineteen
I no longer remember how to tie a rope
But i still keep my small string
In the deep corner of my drawer
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
When i was fourteen
I learnt how to tie a rope
And practiced on a small string
until i could tie it with my eyes closed
i kept it in my pocket
i placed it in my bag
I played with it when i was lonely
and held it in my hands
Now i'm nineteen
I no longer remember how to tie a rope
But i still keep my small string
In the deep corner of my drawer
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