Bruised

Fickle youth.

Bruised

 

See my hands,

yes they’re bruised,

the sands

of time did not confuse

me for another.

I know I will go before her.

Youth leapt,

got swept

away.

Just like love; youth can never stay.

Reviews

[Andie]

I read this out loud with a really soft voice. It sounds beautiful spoken, just as it reads magnificent.
I love its deep meaning.
Great job, as usual lol :3