Thirteen

Inspired by TFK's "Wish You Well". Seriously, TFK=amazing to write to.

We were thirteen when

You decided

Our love would never end.

 

We were thirteen when

You tied

Roses in my hair

 

And promised me

We’d live our lives together

Without a care.

 

We were twenty-three when

You called it to an end,

 

When you said

These wounds—they’d never

 

Mend.

 

What wounds have we

But the

Scabs

 

From the thorns of

The roses

You tied in my hair

 

When we were thirteen

And our love would never

End?

Reviews

[Dressed in Poetry]

I like the way you tied them back with the wound from the roses. It's like a sort of mirror poem. I like.