seventeen – a poem about falling in love
when I was 17, I fell in love
with a boy who called me pretty
blue checkered shirt, cute accent, shy smile
scent of woody oakmoss
and guitar on his shoulder
he asked for my number
and all I could think was wow
he sang me love song of Montague and Capulet
I told him love story of Skellington and Sally
he took me for a midnight drive
we made out inside his Mazda Miata
ended up in his bed, undressed
empty streets, lusty sheets, two of us
love was flaming in the air
roaring fiercely, setting us on fire
tight hugs, passionate kisses
long cuddles under the blanket
and roses on every anniversary
but I grew up and realized,
that love wasn't enough.
white rumors and sugarcoated lies;
Dakota in Dakota and Georgia in Georgia
and after all,
love couldn't save me.
so I walked away
but he stayed still
and I could feel my heart breaking
when I was 17, I fell in love
which was burning so brightly
but we were match made in hell
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