The truth behind the lies
Like a protecting shield
Boy' look how time flies
The lies I've told
As the days grow old
Living a lie
A simple fantasy
But why?
Must it be this way
Memories alone
Could guide me through my mistakes
For I am only human
And this is the price I take
A creation that was made without perfect
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When We Were Young
PoetrySmell the rose. Place it in arms, Hold it close to your heart, and never forget me. WHEN WE WERE YOUNG.. A Bunch of Old Poems By: "Untitled"
