I still love you
We were small
But we were big
We were in love
I never told you
You never told me
It was unsaid
And yet we knew
I couldn't tie my shoes
And neither could you
the amount of knowledge we had
Was limited
But we loved before anyone else
Knew what it was
And darling I sure as hell
Still love you
It was in the way you looked at me
And I you
But love comes with a cost
If not guarded it is quickly lost
But how were we to know
We were too young they say
So they tore us apart
But they were too old
To know what this really was
I still love you
-a.j.c
YOU ARE READING
The Bullshit Journal ~ by a.j.c
PoesíaJust another idiotic poem book That will never be anything more And you probably won't read any of this. But if you do. You must have felt pain like this to understand any of it. If not, and you still understand. You're just lying to yourself.
