This is a moving poem perhaps written as an eighteen year old girl would writ so focus on the emotional delivery that the bout's and your's are hardly noticed where the about's and you're,s should be. I also got the feeling that the "you" in this poem, in a world void of error, should have yet been with the lonely girl |
Yes, this is a tender age, to love, to be loved, and heartbreaks can be really hard. But, then this is a learning process, for the greater good. So that one day the stronger person in you will emerge, be appreciated and truly loved for what you are, not pitied. Early life love's are just the first learning step to mature love, for with each disappointment will come a betterment, a resolve to be a stronger more lovable person, and not to lose again, until one can find a person who can truly appreciate the goodness in being loved, and give us back the samee. A touching sad write. |
Always wide eyed, never cried. |