When did it shrink, this world, her universe
to just this grassy field on which she lies
next to this one imperfect boy? His terse
words, tenor-timbred whispers, seem so wise
to her naïve ears: Forget, oh, forget
all youve been told, were not too young to know
we love, their kisses murmur. No regrets,
her generations anthem, an echo
that thrums its cadence in her heart and veins.
She gives herself; he takes, and its like drums
beating on her heart: No Regrets. She feigns
belief in whispered words of love, just crumbs
to feed a needy heart. They cannot fill
her; so begins the quest to find what will.















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To live is to want to be free, tied down by responsibilty is killing me, how can this be
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