oh my wasted youth

When we are young we say things with hearts pure and intentions true. Then life comes along and with it's icy fingers pulls the veil of innocence from our eyes, chasing blue skies and dreams away and revealing to us its true form. When we are young we love, with guards at ease believing that forever is real. Until age hands us a drink of mortality and our breaths shorten and hearts beat slower. Life is poison and it kills...life kills...life kills..love destroys and rebuilds..age deters and discourages..memories haunt and cause withered tongues to speak of these times when we were young...