I was Fifteen, he was Sixteen
what we had wasn't a dream
I wanted him with all my heart
I didn't want anything to fall apart
we both didn't know each other
he hated his Dad but loves his Mother
his sister was raped by their Dad
her brother never felt so bad
I smiled whenever i served him
and this is where it all begins
when we got to a party all we did was hug
could this be my first real love?
in the past, i didn't want to again be bruised
with his sister and his mate, we went for a cruise
after that we drank teds
I thought of him, holding him as i lay in his bed
i played with his hands as i lay in his arms
hopefully this would bring no harm.
The next day he took me home
once again I was all alone
He asked me out, I was blessed!
I jumped with joy, i said yes
afer a few weeks
our love was growing weak
we fell apart
but we didn't part
I moved in
it was a new beginning.
After a few months, our love completely died
it was then that i realised...
at this age...our minds are muddled and mixed
but when we are older...could this problem be fixed?
