The impish metal smiles, awkward and cracking
The creased notes passed between the wooden school desks,
Fiercely guarded and embraced with a mischievous touch
No more lost sleep to late night calls or worries Â unrequited
The disillusion of forever painted names on the last furnitures
Or all those candyed heartachesâ€¦.
So tell me again, why the heart races
In the palpitation under the goose bumped skin folds
Why I devour every word you say Or
Keep it with in the blues of your eyes
Tell me if I am too old for this
Say I â€˜m not.