Words I Wrote When I Was YoungMature

Yesterday, I was a lost girl.
Today, I found her words.

As of yet, she knows nothing of
Heartbreak and hardships
Of trials and tribulations.
Of heat or desire or sin.

I was just a girl
Looking for herself.

She found solace in the pages.
Still does.

Its funny
How people change
And stay the same.

She doesn't know
Doesn't know
The intoxicating warmth of your embrace,
And I thank God
Thank God
She's not yet captured
By the dying beauty of your face.

The End

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