Coming of Age

And there I was
In your bed
Thinking about being young
And what I would’ve said.

It isn’t simple.
I get terrified,
Then stormless
Softhearted
And undressed.
Covered by your sheets,
Warm from your heat.
Dazed
In your bed.
And I think about that little girl
And what she would’ve said.

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