Oh to be young and un-requited
Oh to be young and especially invited
All the room smelled of smoke and longing
All the world maintained it’s indifference to the dawning
Of my newly opened eyes

Pale skin against equal pallor
Cowardice foiled with equivalent valor
Crimson scars on ivory parchment
Lost icebergs, lost Titanics
Of newly vacated oceans

Reckless touches result in wrecked armor
Desperate clutches on a soldier’s shoulders
Ruins of empires strewn among our streets
Seven dead businessmen electrocuted for greed
Of the homes that they built with coins

Pages burned in the flames of indifference
All that is slaughtered for love is heaven sent
A ghost twisting through memories
Haunting the April showers and the November breeze
Of the summer of our lives