You’re young
You’re young they say.
You have so much time.
What then, do I do with this bleeding heart of mine.
It beats and cries for what it’s never known.
I would stand the heartbreak.
I would wrench my soul from my body.
I would tear myself apart.
All for the gift that is love.
But I am young.
So what could I possibly know?
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Emotions run purer in those not adulterated by age and learning. A most interesting write about love.
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