Graveyard of Reveries

teenagers in love

You tell me I'm pretty,

But I'll never once believe it.

But if you tell me I'm not good enough,

Then I'm undeserving of your love.

It is because your dad taught you how to bike and how to fix your car,

Mine didn't clasp me a helmet when he engraved my scar.

You want to return the favor to them,

While I'd give myself the favor to end my dread. 

When you've been young and free,

I've been denied the luxury,

Too young to think about salaries

And advancing my proclivities.

If you can't love me at my worst,

You don't deserve my best.

But then again I'm uncertain

If I even deserve the best.

It's better if you walk away,

I'll get myself out of this cage

Because eventually, you'd get tired of waiting,

So you best be leaving.

Can you handle me 

When I vanish into my dream city?

Or perhaps the quaint life's not your type,

When I sit by my hill painting the Starry Night?

I'd cease to exist but by my own accord

Because all my life I've been juggling double-edged swords.

I'm seventeen but I don't belong,

One inconsistency, then I've got it all wrong.

I desire to tore myself off this frame

With my cash I took too long to gain

By twenty-one, I'll be fifteen

While you'd be wishing for your youthful evergreens.

Call me chasing fool's gold,

But it'll be my happiest story ever told,

And you won't be there.

Luxury is an illusion I'll never grasp

Freedom is the light I long to catch

From their elusions,

Feeding my delusions.

I can never run into the empty grass fields,

We'll never watch on an empty cinema,

We'll never count the stars,

Or forget our dilemmas.

I'm seventeen but I'll never be a little girl 

I'm an old soul with the world to burn.

If you'd love me,

Would you be there 

If push comes to shove?

Either way, 

We'll never be teenagers in love.