Confessions of a Young Heart

Not proud to say

Just telling the truth

Accepting my flaw

Detached as hell

I'm like air

I could be hot

I could be cold

Think what you may

Maybe even shallow as hell

It will take you years to figure out

My life's mission 

To find out why no touch

Ever keeps me warm.


These are my confessions 

of a young guarded heart.


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