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i suck so much at poetry i thought i would try and write some on here so i dont have to be embarrassed about it, if this goes well maybe ill post to wattpad.
when im old, and grey,
when my eyes have lost their light,
when the recklessness of my youth is gone, and my virgin spirit is taken,
when i stare into empty spaces seeing visions of my past,
when i cant hear your voice over the screaming of my age in my ears,
when i have lost all will to be strong and brave,
when i lose my reckless soul, and the breath of youth abandons me as i slowly watch my body die around me
when all i can do is recall the lovers of my past, and drink to the remember the days i did so with other lost souls.
when im no longer beautiful and my skin fades,
when my hair turns to grey, and my eyes fade to black
when the richness of life has been so roughly stolen from me
when i am raped by the cold touch of death and left to die alone and scared.
will you then return to me? my sweet peter pan, forever young and always wild?
will you then come back to fall in love? to see that i have forgotten what it meant?
will you leave me and expect my body not to die?
will you hold my shaking hands in your young and beautiful ones?
will you promise me that im still beautiful even with my dying body?
or will you fear my frail form?
will you leave me to die cold and alone?
will you then remember our youth and shy away from me, your last reminder of death.
shall i see you swimming in the lagoons with some new young lover, prettier then i ever was?
for her youth is still with her, and her heart is still young,
her eyes are fiery, and her spirit is strong,
she has long flowing colorful hair, and radiant skin.
for her recklessness is her pride, and she is clothed in nothing but her youth,
her young body is her strength and her proud soul is her power.
fear me my dear lost boy, because she will grow old like me and death will take us all, fear us, because no matter how young and strong, all beauty is raped by age.
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