Conor Young

Rookie (02/06/93 / London)

Age And War - Poem by Conor Young

Never before and never again;
Will I sleep so contentedly by her side
Without fear of being dragged away when the clock strikes ten.

Gazing into her deep brown eyes;
Is just not enough
Because ‘everyone’ knows we’re too young to love.

Where do you stand?
Beside me?
Or are you an obstacle?

Years are meaningless;
Tears of love and hate don’t age.
I’m young, therefore I should be free.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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