In young death we live forever-
Time stripping dreams from aging flesh never
as never footprints to fade on paper roads
while life slowly unraveled
into a short lived story condemned
to an existence of words we penned.
And age turn emotions into regrets
when love carelessly forgets
to stop by and stay.
So we die young to keep sins at bay
hidden in rhymes written in haste,
for years past youth become waste
if dead poets live forever-