Confessions of a Young Heart
Not proud to say
Just telling the truth
Accepting my flaw
Detached as hell
I'm like air
I could be hot
I could be cold
Think what you may
Maybe even shallow as hell
It will take you years to figure out
My life's mission
To find out why no touch
Ever keeps me warm.
These are my confessions
of a young guarded heart.
This poem is about:
Me