In Four Acts: Muses
brush blush on my cheeks
till i am painfully redder than i should be
whisper into my lips,
torment me this way,

brush blush on my cheeks
till i am painfully redder than i should be
whisper into my lips,
torment me this way,

i have my
hand outstretched to this
younger version of you

A lot of us who have had to deal with the tribulations of life so young, realize it young too. What is there to sugarcoat when you do not even truly have the means to?