Now, I am like the darkest of wines. Tainted by your hate and neglect, I sit as a partially empty bottle each day and wish to be full.
I am tired of being used because they think I am young and wouldn’t realize. I am tired of being ignored and not listened to because I am young.
Would you pass up the chance for a glass of wine?
You do know, that I am like Wine.
I may not be aged to your desire, but I am still fully capable of getting you drunk off your ass.
I may be young, but I am still good and I can only get better as my life progresses.
Don’t use me. Don’t quickly use me up as a cheap bottle of beer. Savor every taste… every wicked thought in my head…. every thick drop of dark red wine that runs through my veins. Cherish me and one day I will serve my purpose and do something good for you…
One day you may need me and if you use me too quickly instead of being kind to me, I will be gone and you will no longer have a caring, sweet, young soul to help you. A young soul that has truly gone far in this world and seen many things. A young soul that is growing old too quickly from being taken granted of.
The longer you have me, the more you are guaranteed some time that you really need to relax, a refreshing young soul who cares of your comfort for caring for me.
-Silver