Fraility
Frail in his innocents and pure in the heart of his dreams,
There, youth sits feeding off my maturity and fallowing behind my strong teachings.
Curious over the excitement of his virginity, so trusting of every simple I love you to an un-pure degree,
Beside himself with every sexual attraction, flowered by his youngness indeed.
Now realizing the irony of verbal comfortability, fatigued in lonely, embarrassed over the structured sensibilities that keeps him frail in his loneliness and hungered in his greed.
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