My youth.
It belongs to you.
And though you take my life,
And you take my soul,
I'll still be holding on to you.
My youth.
It's yours.
And though my life has been taken by yours,
And my soul has been taken by yours,
I'll still be holding on to you.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
