Having fun is just a myth,
It's only for the light of heart,
Which I am not,
Passing soul within my grasp,
You are light of heart,
You act like you're five,
Yet you are fourteen,
I think of you as childish,
Yet I admire you for that
Having fun is just a myth,
It's only for the light of heart,
Which I am not,
Passing soul within my grasp,
You are light of heart,
You act like you're five,
Yet you are fourteen,
I think of you as childish,
Yet I admire you for that
Greetings gothicrose,
What I like about this poem is its last line ~ how it completely changes the mood from condescension to a sad, respectful envy. Thanks for sharing your work.
