Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Through Your Eyes

You look at me
And you see old
You don't see anyone full of life
That you want to hold
I'm not the dream you and your friends have been sold
To you, my affection and yearning probably just smacks of desperation
And leaves you feeling cold
As far as you're concerned my stories have already all been told
You look at me
And you see regret
You couldn't possibly consider a man my age hasn't yet reached his best
I am not to make memories with, I am to forget.

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