And I'm afraid my woe is too big for you
And I'm afraid yours is too
I'm afraid I'll turn you cold
Both,we'll rot and rust
It isn't age that makes us old
It isn't time or our souls
It is the hurt and pain we feel
And due to it we wither away
Intertwined but yet apart
Me and you are ancient at heart
YOU ARE READING
The diary I never kept
ŞiirOngoing thoughts this book is a collection of my emotions and an autobiography of my life from the most memorable years of my life. Signed Pricilla rose amatory
