Jul 2012
“You’re only 17.”
Is what he said,
Like he wasn’t the same age.
He wanted me to finish my story,
With him as just another page.
Another page,
Full of memories,
That cannot be erased,
Another page,
That causes tears to fall,
Running down my face.
“People change,”
Is how he put it,
He’d found out who he thinks he is.
"You’ll find another guy,
You’re only 17.” so he says.
Is what he said,
Like he wasn’t the same age.
He wanted me to finish my story,
With him as just another page.
Another page,
Full of memories,
That cannot be erased,
Another page,
That causes tears to fall,
Running down my face.
“People change,”
Is how he put it,
He’d found out who he thinks he is.
"You’ll find another guy,
You’re only 17.” so he says.
Just needed to get some thoughts out. I might add some more to this poem. Comments and feedback would be great though.
