Our fading photograph,
Hand in hand, baby faces.
We were too young
To know what that meant.
Or was he?
That, and the "I love you".
I was too young
To think to say "not yet."
It might have been alright
If not for the sneers
And the names that followed.
I never told my family,
But he's been to court for it, now.
I didn't know then,
But I think I was the first.
Back then, I thought it only counted
If you were fighting.
Maybe it our naive mistake.
Maybe he was too young to know
That I was too tired to fight.
His shining eyes and his baby face
Gaze wearily, not forcefully
Back at me.
They can call me what they please.
I thought I was in love.
Then again, I was too young.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
Our fading photograph,
Hand in hand, baby faces.
We were too young
To know what that meant.
Or was he?
That, and the "I love you".
I was too young
To think to say "not yet."
It might have been alright
If not for the sneers
And the names that followed.
I never told my family,
But he's been to court for it, now.
I didn't know then,
But I think I was the first.
Back then, I thought it only counted
If you were fighting.
Maybe it our naive mistake.
Maybe he was too young to know
That I was too tired to fight.
His shining eyes and his baby face
Gaze wearily, not forcefully
Back at me.
They can call me what they please.
I thought I was in love.
Then again, I was too young.
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