blushing

I never knew how much so little could hurt

That's the thing about living

You discover things you never imagined

Wisdom comes with age

Why is it so hard to heed

when oldheads say they've been there, done that,

and the story don't end so sweet?

 

I let myself confide in you

I let myself spread thin

I let myself  adore you too

I let my spirit sin

This poem is about: 
Me

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