A Heart Too Young
there is a hollow place in me
that rests waiting for your memories
that longs to hear your whispers
echoing softly towards our future
I see your love for me flourishing
but too afraid to reach out
your timid heart, too young to know
that love when held too tightly
can Slip through your fingers.
that rests waiting for your memories
that longs to hear your whispers
echoing softly towards our future
I see your love for me flourishing
but too afraid to reach out
your timid heart, too young to know
that love when held too tightly
can Slip through your fingers.
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