Notes
you grow up at a hundred miles an hour and hit the track of life like god's fist on the highway. your youth is sold for a strong spine and a cool grace. your life passes you by in a haze. you're a wilting flower in the face of a storm, the boat that rocks from side to side on a turbulent sea. you sold your heart a million years ago and you're wasting your young years.
2 comments on wasted young years
lealila May 24, 2015
wonderful mix. almost bittersweet, but it's nice.
⃠mishke June 03, 2014
love this one so much <3
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