We were so young, too young.
Our minds just wanted
to outrun the sun,
our bodies wanted
to dine on the
first blooms of spring.
That thing we called love.
We wanted the world,
We wanted fun.
We wanted...
but we never understood
that you sometimes
have to crawl through deep mud,
and sometimes what you want
isn't always something good.
We had the streets,
the lights and the heat
of a summer night,
but we didn’t know
how to make it all fit right.
We just stumbled
blindly through it.
As romantic
as a fumble in an alley.
We were just
not ready
to find truth.
We couldn't see the love
in the waiting moon.
We wore
the moonlight
like it was a halo crown.
We took the highs
and
drowned
the downs,
but we were
misguided clowns,
thinking we knew love
and what it meant.
We were more like clouds
bringing torrential torment.
Wiser people
told us to listen,
but we couldn't even
discern our own voices
shouting within.
So confusing
waking up bruised,
lips smeared
with blood and booze,
waking up confused
feeling there is no use.
And we lay
on the shattered glass
of yesterday,
the shards sticking in,
holding feelings within.
Stopping them seeping
into another day.
Always too young
to say what we really
should have said.
Keeping it all
bottled up instead.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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