Your head was on my shoulder
as we spoke about our dreams
to marry when we grew older
as a part of our schemes.
We would laugh and we would smile.
We were the happiest couple for a while.
Were we in love? No doubt.
But we were young and alive.
Our love was like a sprout
that could barely survive.
We wouldn't see the truth, the reality.
We were a couple, weren't we?
But when I left in 7th grade
I left a lot of things behind.
And sorry I was too afraid.
I caged words inside my mind
We parted on the beach. A final goodbye.
We no longer existed. We became you and I.
A young love, a first love.
It felt so true or sort of.
I felt safe, I felt secure.
You and I were too Immature.
And after many years I still wonder why?
you and I accepted that painful goodbye.
If you never met your first love in the past but met them now would it turn out for the better? I think it would for me. Because we were too young to fully understand what it meant to be in love...