the duty of youth and beauty poetry by: allie merrick song by: lana del rey
I've found there is a duty in both youth and beauty, to define one's true intention and uphold false love prevention.
While driving I gave consideration to external appreciation. I wondered if he who held me dear, did so for love or rather fear.
Youth and beauty are destined to fade, preserved by only memories made. So he who holds tight to me, is it what he knows or what they sees? Certainly, I'll always be nothing more than only me. Over the years that I've been loved, in days and months of emotion shoved, am I held in love for what's within or held in fear of life to begin? There's a question in the holding, of love or fear of life unfolding.