I can't help waiting deliberating,
depths of
age pale away
and I am trying to
rediscover
the wide-eyed beauty of the first
glance
and you can take what's
mine,
add to the weight of time
with cold
eyes and a furrowed brow
and you can take
what's mine,
turn back the hands of
time
but for young, time is the sun
from where does fear spawn,
from
the older ingrained scorn
does it mean that
my mind won't cry
and I can't believe that
you're happy to bleed
from your cold eyes
each year I peel back my skin
and
fleshy pink appears
yet a harder layer
grows,
protect uncertainty
young grow
fear to love,
resist my
resistance
reluctance to return a smile
from where does fear spawn
from the
older ingrained scorn
does it mean that my
mind won't cry
and I can't believe that
you're happy
to bleed from your cold
eyes
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