In The Teens Poem by Ibn Ali

We were never made to be alone
We were never made to roam
We were made deficient
And a need to be made whole
How sad is it when two lovers meet when they've grown old
It's sweeter for neither when clothes fall and wrinkles greet them
How lovely when your lover and yourself meet each other
When contours are defined
And hearts not yet maligned
By the lies that liars scuppered
In the teens
These are times to meet
I believe in marriage
We've been lied to
Told because we live longer
We're less liable
Now is too late
Later not late enough
We're waiting for a dream
Oh it's destined in my fate
This one's an inch too tall
And this one an inch beneath
She's not light enough
I imagined her eyes a lighter green
There's no respect for goodness
No thickness in the cream