February 09, 2010


Because I never write in rhyme...


you’re all so young.

you’re all so young.

you’ve still got your legs,

you’ve still got your tongue,

you still wear pink

you still wear pearls

you’re still weaving daisies

with all the little girls.

you’re all so free.

you’re all so free.

you still can’t think,

you still can’t see,

you still have dreams...

you’re still so thin.

you’re still so young.

you’re still what I want to become.

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