I Learned The Truth At Seventeen.....

It was a different place in time; perhaps I was a different person. "Would it be my fault, if I could turn you on? Would I be so bad, if I could turn you on....." I remember it like it was yesterday, but I try to leave the memories sans emotion, like a summary of a book I read once. That way, it can't nag at me like a hangnail, the pain both irritating and satisfying. I can hear the bumblebee piano tinkle, my into music, and then I see the endless cascade of brown locks growing shorter with each passing year. The photo of the girl in the sunset sums it all up....