I was so young-so pure.
Not quite ripe- not ready to be picked.
I was so young and innocent.
You stole that away from me, such a bittersweet moment.
From that moment on, you wee the beginning to the rest of my life.
You were once the cause of the smile on my face but as the years prevailed you presence was no longer a warm embrace.
You soon became the cause of endless tears- not the good ones, the bad ones.
The ones you were never there for but none the less- the ones I would never let you see.
At one time you were almost the death of me.
