The teenage-me
In combat boots
Remembers the teenage you
In your Sunday best
We were oh so young
You, I yearned to see
I peeked between suits
From behind pews
Til my eyes, on you could rest
And I prayed you'd see me too
One day you noticed me
Never knowing I was enjoying the fruits
Of a drug-hazed youth
You said you loved me best
Until the day you didn't
I stole your virginity
Never caring for your Christian roots
You finally saw the ruse
And you laid our love to rest
And I realized you only loved the idea of me
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
The teenage-me
In combat boots
Remembers the teenage you
In your Sunday best
We were oh so young
You, I yearned to see
I peeked between suits
From behind pews
Til my eyes, on you could rest
And I prayed you'd see me too
One day you noticed me
Never knowing I was enjoying the fruits
Of a drug-hazed youth
You said you loved me best
Until the day you didn't
I stole your virginity
Never caring for your Christian roots
You finally saw the ruse
And you laid our love to rest
And I realized you only loved the idea of me
Found this in an box of keepsakes from OIF 6-8. Written about my first love/high school sweetheart.
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