angeline snowboy


teenage love


teenage love

the nights out
were quiet and sometimes loud
we stayed up all night
sometimes we had those fights

you told me you loved me
and i needed you to see
that you were the one in my dreams
the one who could hear my screams

no one had been there for me
but i know this how life is meant to be
i feel like im becoming a teenager
i still remember that story of a little boy in a manger

im becoming a whole new person
in the future i will have a baby son
with you i will be in your arms
you know nothing will give me harm

so let me love you just the way you are
cause im here
teenage love
is a gift from above

Submitted: Thursday, June 11, 2009

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