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.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
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.
