I am young,
and I have been...

When least
I felt the pain...

Truly incaptured,
forever indebt...

As I lie
thinking about today...

And so,
I have no choice...

Just yesterday
I just whispered...

Now that I look back
into my past...

It'd be easy
to fall again...

When I hear a sad song...
I seem to think of you...

A leaf
one simply deed of nature...

Sitting idly by,
I close my eyes...

As I think
up of words...