Thu, 06/13/2013 - 22:58 -- telvi1

I am so young but yet I feel so old
The sun sits high but yet I feel so cold
Sometime I question the route I chose
I question what it is that I behold
I wonder how things would unfold
I tried to navigate my way into your soul
To find that the gate has been closed
Was there anything different from those
Pardon my French, but the one we call hoes
We talked about this before so I wasn't like you didn't know
If I was the old me I’d take this time to blow
But as life moves on, we all have to grow


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