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2/02/2011

We are terribly young
pretending to be so much older.
We are infinates of wonder
rippling on heartstrings.
I ignore the one way signs as you surpass me,
and as you step, lightfooted over icicle bridges,
I turn and run.
My naivety is my vice.

3 comments:

Melee said...

I love this! I so often feel that we are still children and just playing at being "grown-up".
Naivety as a vice! What an interesting thought. :)

Bella said...

You always have such clever words xx

Athena. said...

Yes, always. Sixteen years, and I hardly feel my age. Young, naive hearts waiting to be broken; your blog is so wonderful and poignant. xxxx