Our Years



Clear skies on the outside besides


the whirlwind taking over inside


Everyone else sees you as a kind man


but I want to know you, see you all the time and


what will it take for you to imagine me beyond my youth


Sometimes truth is lost in everyone else’s views


But we could laugh and share our minds, our hearts, our fears


instead of being fated, separated by our years




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