They say age makes you wiser
Heck, no. love can still make me cry like a teenager
Too bad I still have a heart
Too bad life went from colorful to black
Time will help but I’m falling apart
Trying to pick up the pieces and glue them back
Words drop from me like silent tears
Like in children’s fairy tales
In which a Princess cries pearls
I so want to visit your country green blooming dales
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