Perhaps we
Are only meant
To share a few
Short moments.
Perhaps
The great, thrilling love
I imagine
Doesn't exist.
But you exist.
And we have had some
Moments I
Wouldn't trade
For the stars.
Only yesterday,
You were walking
With me home
And it was the first
Time we had been alone
Together, really
Since sailing.
We reminisced about
Our sailing course
And English lessons
And about teachers
Because you had
Never realised just
How many classes we shared.
We talked about friends and people
We hate
Although I had to tread carefully,
Because some, you were
Still close to.
And then, when my house
On the hill,
Finally came into view,
We said goodbye.
I entered my home
And I just
Couldn't stop smiling.
I want to
Know more and
More about you.
I don't mind if
There are troubles
You hold.
I have troubles of my
Own.
I want to take
A trip inside
Your mind and
Learn every little
Thing about you. And
I would then
Finally be able to
Open up.
And then,
I would give everything
To you.
(found on the side of the hill)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
أدب المراهقينBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
