I'm in love with a senior
As soon as school's over, I'd hurry to her
My parents thought I was on the straight and narrow, had no idea where I was going or doing.
I'm sorry not sorryShe had a controlling father.
I'd keep her out late, embracing teenage immoralities
He'd get angry, lose his temper, scold her
I'm sorry not sorryOur love defies the rules
Ours is a rebellious loveI wonder how long it will last....
Cos either of two things happen when it comes to rebels...
...they either start a revolution or are shut down.
Which will it be for us?
YOU ARE READING
Blood From A Teenage Heart
PoetryMy heart bleeds out onto the canvas and I paint you a picture with my fingers.