Sophomore year, a time of many changes

I’m feeling a lot and this one feeling ranges.

I think I’m in love, but I’m not really sure

I am still so young, still so demure.

 

One person in particular strikes my eye,

He’s handsome, he’s tall, he seems to be a swell guy.

We begin to talk and I think I’m falling,

Maybe it’s my lonesome heart calling…

 

As our romance grows, he finally asks me,

He proposes a ring, (it’s made out of candy).

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Oh my goodness, what!?

I’m so sweaty, I feel like a nut.

 

Well of course I say yes, what else can I do?

This idea of love? It is entirely new!

I am so excited, what will happen next?

I can’t wait for the “I love you” text.

 

I wonder if I am rushing into this

Even though my mind and heart are in utter bliss.

We talk all through the day and all through the night,

But slowly I begin to feel fright.

 

I am 15! I am not ready for love!

I barely have time to wish on stars above.

Sure, love is great. Sometimes it is even grand,

But I am still learning how to stand!

 

So nine months I spent wasting time on a boy,

I don’t regret it, exactly, but I’m annoyed!

I could have bettered myself in all that time,

Instead I grew sour, like a lime.

 

Love is amazing, it’s a feeling of worth,

But we only have oh so much time on this Earth.

I grew as a person, sure, I learned a few things,

Though never once did wedding bells ring.

 

It’s hard to find balance at such a young age,

You may find yourself even filling with some rage.

You have to put YOU first, it is important,

Drop all nuisances, it is urgent!

 

Focusing on me may seem selfish, I know,

But only by doing this can you really grow!

Have romances, of course, but don’t waste time,

Love will come, you will receive a sign.