Saturday, January 5, 2013

Young Blood.

I am calm ageless and wise
But my blood disagrees
My blood screams murder
My blood screams sex
My blood screams glory

And I'm just so tired of it
I'm tired of a heart too eager
And a soul too quiet

Hands that seek to reach over
Caress
Love
Embrace

While my mind wants to stay
Be cautious
Be quiet

Be me

Damn this traitorous heart

Damn these feels that aren't mine.

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