In the eyes of the earthly
I am still just a bud
I am barely seventeen
But my soul has lived
And through living,
It has died on numerous occasions.
I have scars
That still often
Somehow bleed.
The wrinkles and grey hair
On my heart
Are beyond my years.
Still I cannot figure out
Why a lump fills my throat
On my birthday.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
In the eyes of the earthly
I am still just a bud
I am barely seventeen
But my soul has lived
And through living,
It has died on numerous occasions.
I have scars
That still often
Somehow bleed.
The wrinkles and grey hair
On my heart
Are beyond my years.
Still I cannot figure out
Why a lump fills my throat
On my birthday.
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