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Poem of frustration |
| Who said that youth was wasted on the young And, what do you do, anyway? You make me love you. I am inspired by you, by the massiveness of your heart. By your pain, your anger, your joy Your lips. Are my eyes to forward, am I giving it all away? No, don't leave, don't look. Don't move your soul away from me. I am like a Bear, I protect my heart- but, I'm ready when you are. |