Thursday, 9 August 2018
Of course you will, your heart will harden, your smile soften and your hopes will darken. Just these years when you are young, are all you'll have to look back upon. Just these few innocent years, until life is scratching, toiling, and running from your fears, filling buckets up with your desperate tears, and debts which keep you in arrears. I touch your face and smile along, I couldn't bear to tell you that you're wrong. I couldn't bear to unburden myself of the truth, and stain the fleeting purity of your youth.