Twisted

Our love was twisted,

From adolescents in uniform

It was nothing but lies;

Bodies informal;

But we stayed,

Spines against the stump

Addicted to hassle;

To blasphemy.

Lies beneath smoke,

We glittered,

With daisies at our feet,

Surrounded by hate and

Sandalwood in locks

We were

Poor, yet rich in youth,

Pennies in pockets 

For economy sweets,

A rare treat

Under stars. 

I grew into curves;

Into his arms.

It had to end;

This stale love;

This derelict heart 

Only for the young. 

We were naive;

Mere dreamers,

And

Looking back now

It was peachy. 

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

Hi ElizaB, thank you for entering 10 Words I Give. Young love; there's such innocence and turmoil all wrapped into a messy ball of naivety and dreams.
"Pleased as punch" with this write. Well done