Young Love

Go to sleep, young love

In your bed of tears.

Drift far, far away, young love

To a place that can’t be reached by fears.

This world’s nuance grows heavy and burdensome on your gentle wings.

Go to where you belong wild, sweet, young thing.

Tired is not the word, jaded perhaps

To feel the constant strain of escaping worldly ego traps.

It seems as though the world in which she resides

Simply has no place for her.

And she’ll always feel it, crippling her pride.

Sometimes it doesn’t bother her,

Yet other times..

The other times kill her.

She has no business in the affairs of the simple minds

Yet she craved to the luxury that it is to be blind,

She craved the bliss of ignorance that graced their kind

An oblivious peace of mind she would never find.

But I ask you, Young love, to embrace your young wisdom

That with it, brings the burden, blessing, and promise 

That you’ll never be like them.

Not of this realm, maybe find a home on a comet.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

This is one interesting write, full of love, feelings and emotions, I truly enjoyed, Thank you for sharing

[Larissa K. Charmit]

Thank you for reading!