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Old Eyes, Young Face.
Contributed by
phildel
on
Saturday, 31st August 2002 @ 08:06:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I am so old,
Just eighteen,
Yet there's so little,
That I haven't seen,
I know you have hours,
You could've leant
To hear it all now,
But to know what it meant,
Would take years.
To dry all the tears,
Milleniums to banish,
Dark creeping fears,
That climb through
My window,
Into my bed,
And entangle themselves
In my poor aching head.
I am so old,
Just eighteen,
I've been in your head,
I've seen your dream.
But i realise now,
I'm always alone,
My fears always stop me,
Having dreams of my own.
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phildel
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2002-08-31 08:06:34]
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Re: Old Eyes, Young Face.
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by Jackee_line on
Thursday, 28th November 2002 @ 07:42:53 AM AEST
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