Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Youth

Youth is
An overflowing heart and
A trembling-with-ache brain.

Maturity is calmly wistful.

Maturity is a burden
Squeezing down my rebellious throat,
Gagging me.
The cross that grants me stability
And structure;

Youth is a poem that reveals too much,
A song that feels too much,

Half-smiles that say too much.

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