Life · Poetry

Cry For Young Girls

I’m just a twenty something 
Yet I don’t know any better
There’re people out there
Crying for young girls 
Young girls like me
Praying for me
Even though I didn’t ask them too 
But I don’t mine
I’m working on giving up my vices
Boys and alcohol
I’m working on keeping my promises
How people look for perfection
He’s envying my flaws
And I’m tip toeing around life 

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