Naive Poem by Winter Raine

I was too young
You were too old
How many times
Should we be told?

It wasn't right
It wasn't fair
I love you now
Don't they care?

They are worried
Don't they see
I am your only one
You really do love me.

It's too late
you have to go
I'll make them pay
quid pro quo, no?

I will leave too
Then they will see
They have to take you
If they want to have me.

Too bad it didn't work
You still had to leave
I will always think of you
Oh to still be so naive.