sleepless weeping echoes wailing
swimming alone guided by moonlight
guide me through the dark
alone in the night without your hush
I gave; but it wasn’t enough
I spoke every wrong word
I promised but I didn’t keep
you told me what you needed
I didn’t listen close enough
don’t worry about me now,
that’s my job to do
overdue for maintenance
just another worn machine
I’ll be out running soon as you know
being young is a hidden tragedy
enough time to grow
but to grow is to know
that I won’t know enough to see
hard truths that’ll come to me later
you’re one I’ll remember
it’s on my mind now
a step forwards can be backwards
when your eyes are closed
and you don’t know where to go
my youth is a curse
time to see more
but unknowing of tomorrow
sorrow that will come
of losing you
too young to keep
too young to know
too young to understand
what it means to be adult
I said my curses
I couldn’t take back
my first love…
...first…
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