A shrine of untold words.

Young & Dumb

I was young,
You were too
Perhaps too young,
To think it through

We shared a soul
Shared our thoughts
Knowing it was foul
But followed our lust.

We held hands
For the world to see
That they can't command
Our love-sick fantasy.

Fantasy is just right
Because reality hit
And, overcome with fright
Our bond was slit.

You slit it while I watched,
I grieved it while you left
Nonetheless I still tried,
To mend whichever was kept.

Immaturely enough,
We held grunges against each other,
And, for our own self, made it tough
To seek for each other the better.

The soul we once shared
Was ripped in half
By the hands that were once held,
On our hatred's behalf.

I was dumb,
You were too
Perhaps too dumb,
To think it through.