what youth is for
You're leaving
The broad expanse
of your back
is the gallery
where I 'II hang my dreams.
Always on your way
Out
When will I
go with you?
I'll behave
like you want
No more words from me,
Or sounds
You explode
I will sit
quiet
I' II take it
quietly
like you want.
She can't help it
grapevines say
her mind
her own mind
how awful
There are lovely moments
fleeting...
but lovely
Those, I will keep
others
I put those on the top
to forget
when I'm old
I don't need the
slamming doors
yelling men
empty homes
that’s what
youth
is for
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