Guard what’s left

One day, when I’m older and wiser, perhaps then will I…

But until then, I will live everyday joyfully as the morning comes to kiss my forehead.

I. . .

I will laugh until my tummy aches, I will cry should tears ever find their way out again…

Until then, my arms crossed close to my chest I guard what’s left.

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