Face of a innocent,
looking for love.
the wrinkles of youth,
frown upon,
the desperation she reeks.
The loneliness,
overpowering her,
as she see's the others.
The laughs they share,
the heart break they bare,
the love they show,
their hopes that grow.
She wants to feel that love,
that heart break,
that hope.
But the wrinkles of her youth say wait,
it's not your turn,
just sit and watch,
and learn.
Because it is not your turn.
How i feel right now /:
