21 August 2012
^- think that's the right thing to tag it with, oh well, here goes...
Used to be a work of art, My young, precious, stupid heart. Laughed when it wanted, Cried when it hated. Loving was the worst I could do, But nothing could keep me away from you. Your look, your scent, I wanted you, but this, I never meant. A shattered mind, Thought you'd be kind. I was extremely wrong in many ways, But how could anything top my list of terrible days? "Easy," said the devil, "Hardly a job," jeered the rebel. "Never ever," whispered my soul, "Not going to happen," agreed the wise mole Heartache I had, I had it bad. Needed to loose it quicker than light, Otherwise my heart might die just of fright. "Easy'" I smiled, finding real love. The beauty of nature I found, and gave it a proper hug.
Love Too Young. • Opuss № I