.... (come closer hear me out)
What is to be young?
what is to be madly passionate?
at heart!
what fuming fuel, boils the blood?
and eradicates the pale, frail, the lackluster tale
of concealment and lies.
yet we forget
as simple as that
and it’s a simple smile
that takes you back for a while
into the memories of joy
of pain of course, but mostly joy
and it’s a simple yet familiar gesture
that reminds you, how lucky you are
to be on the receiving end
of this joyous moment
without resentment, without being judged for your past
without constraint or obligation of the future
what is all this about?
I know, but I am not telling
hiss shhhh, some people call it friendship
oh I said it.
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