Desire

by Bri   Mar 21, 2007


Age is a number yes it is true,
counting the years,
that keep me from you.

You are older and more mature,
you can weild my heart,
all else i keep out,
all else i'm not sure.

Holding my heart,
i do not want to get hurt,
but i want you to have it,
but you'll throw it in the dirt.

I pray every night,
that someday you'll be mine,
but that's something i have to do,
but i'll have to try with all my might.

so now you know the story,
the story of my love,
and how i hope one day,
you will love me as much as you like to shove.

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