Youth of Me, by Unintended Subscribe to rss feed for Unintended

Perfect on paper
I tick boxes and you appear
This should feel right
I should see the light

But even when you're here
I see the dark and I fear
For your heart and I forget mine
That doesn't beat for our times

Venomous words of immaturity
Scathing dismissals, no pity
You say I had you at your best
But I cared less and less

Years of our trying
Without the pretty lying,
You still want to stay 
Leaving should almost be easy

After I found courage 
And you, some acceptance
We find ourselves 
With memories on dusty shelves
Posted: 2011-11-26 20:25:53 UTC

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