I know I am not a professional writer or anything close but I do like the feeling of a finished work. Unfortunately, I haven't anything of significance in a long while. I go through those phases at rather odd times when I should have something to write about. Well, here is something I wrote a while ago. If it sucks to you, well, you are no alone but I still like this one. In case you want to ask who I am refering to in this piece of writing, read it again and try to figure it out. Thanks.
When I was young
She was as beautiful
As every sweet song
The thought of her was wonderful
When I was young
When I was young
Her eyes were so dangerous
Made my heart go ping pong
And her looks; so mysterious
I had many a sleepless night
While I heard every hour go ding dong
But she gave me a reason to fight
When I was young
When I was young
I dreamed of her
I dreamed all day long
Yet she felt so far
I once was young
Now I am grey
But I remember I dreamed of Today
When I was young
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