The Curse Of Adulthood
I remember clearly when I was young.
Where my mind, feelings, were virgins
Never stained with nothing.
I remember when I ran with, laughed with,
Conversed with, played with, kid girls.
It was all innocent, raw, pure and free.
As a kid we were simple.
As my stay on earth began to prolong,
Through teens and now a young adult,
I realised a change in my nature.
First simple now complex, first innocent
Now guilty, first free now captured.
I have seen the curse of adulthood.
Desire, passion, lust
Burn like bornfire in my heart.
They toture me day and night.
I burn, in my heart, with something
I everyday quench! What a hell!
Can you imagine this?
Passion or lust, dont know which one,
Want me to take in a 12 old girl,
Which I can't!
Not only her but other teens!
Oh God fortify me!
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