I miss the lower school,
where you and I could just stay friends,
with no repercussions,
cause you and I were just kids then,
my mind devours
Everyday of the week.
Soft brown hair,
silky sweet words,
golden eyes, filled with glow,
you never cared,
This feeling of worth,
what is it?
They say we can not be together
and that somethings aren't meant to be
but what about you and me?
What if we are meant to be?
Every time I'm with you,
It's like I'm on a high.
My heart beats fast, my head spins,
And I can't help but sigh.
Trauma can shatter a heart in two
Leaving scars that may never heal through
Like a storm that wrecks a peaceful shore
It can leave us bewildered, lost and sore
If you can't handle a heart like mine,
I don't want you to waste your time with me,
I don't want to hold on, waiting for you to be my first time, make me not want to die,
can we just be honest?
Life without you,
holding me back,
from making decisions,
from holding you too close.