Young Love

Young love is such a shame

Everyone takes it in without the right way

Almost as broken as a wave

That crashes the shores

Just to grab at the sands pores

Breathing it in and shifting it out like a chore

What are we doing in our time of day?

Showing no compassion

Just because it's the head of fashion

We are bought by these terms

Sitting and squirming like worms

To the blinds that we think are love

But what is it?

To whale for gestures that we need a tug?

Just to be squished by our own hands like a bug

If the love excels and the man dies

How are you going to live without his ties?

The ties that brought you the anguish for his love

It hurts your throat to see him gone off like a dove

Over a boat he glides gone without you

Now you have to pay what's due

Alone on the ride of a tide of waves

Being cut down by the debris of craves

You have lost your fight

Throne over by its strength you lost sight

Down into the ground where you are put

Sitting away in the soot

Who cares?

You now have no weight and fly

High like a dove over the waves.

Without a bitter taste

Finding the boats that once held you and him

No more ties to hold on this life

To be reunited with him your love of sight

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