Savannah Allison (August 21 1990)
That tender touch,
How could it be so full of questions?
The kiss, our first ever,
why do I fear its memory
You were like dew drops,
on the morning grass,
there, but only for a short time,
and then gone,
Ive lost so much because of you,
My mothers trust,
My friends friendship,
My ability to open up to people,
Why cant I be angry?
When will it stop?
The late-night tears?
The day-time depression,
the constant heartache,
How can anyone say that
its better to have loved and lost,
then never to have loved at all?
If you've never loved,
then your heart is still strong,
but im lost,
i feel so vulnerable,
like anyone could just burst in,
And hurt me,
would you be there to protect?
Or have you already
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