Young Love

A poem I wrote over a girl I loved

We were young once; you and I,

We both said I’ll love you until I die,

I’m still in love, not sure if you are,

I’ve imagined our lives getting this far,

One day when I’m alone on the porch with a rocking chair,

I’ll look over and imagine you sitting right there,

In the end I’ll remember you’re not, and that’s fine,

But inside it still hurts to know your not mine.

Reviews

[Bigdreams]

Wow !! I love this .. so beautiful :)

[James Whitefall]

Thank you for the comment. I haven't gotten many so far, so I appreciate you taking the time.