Im bold but im not that old,
Im young but i havent got stung.
But in his arms i feel as though i have been strung,
I can the words at the tip of my tongue.
Falling out,Filling the air all about,
Even though my head is filled with all this doubt.
Might aswell take a chance,
And savor this last dance.
Im bold and still not that old,
Now i have been stung.
Copyright © Ettie Christian-Bowling | Year Posted 2014