Young love has always been mesmerizing,
It gives you the chill and anonymous feeling,
Exciting, overwhelming, and a twisted little dream,
It has always felt right and wanting.

Yet, to love young is to risk a little,
To gamble little feelings 'till it blossoms like a flower,
And you fell for the sweetest music you could hear,
Making you feel loved yet his lying in the air.

It will always be a mark of your quondam,
It may hurt a little or a little bit bigger,
But trust me, it will pass like a rainy day,
And someday it will light up your day.

Remember that your quondam will make you stronger,
Not now but sooner or later,
Trust in the process 'till the brittle memories vanish
Like the love you thought to be tender.