still sixteen
i was fourteen
you were sixteen
you were beautiful
your skin was soft your eyes were skies
your mind was unobtainable
your kiss was sweet but never promising
and i was unavailable
our friends laughed with us
and your heart seemed full of light
but who would know where you would go
at the beginning of that night
i was fourteen lying on the ground
when i heard the news
your body was found lifeless
and i was left confused
you had stolen so many hearts over the years
but i would have never guessed
that you would steal away your own life
when we all thought you were the best
i was fifteen and still crying
though everyone else had moved on
my wrists would bleed my insides trembled
when remembering you were still gone
i'd talk to you every night
before i said my prayers
and beg the Lord to just let you whisper to me through the air
i was sixteen and i was all alone
wondering who would love me
and feeling sorry for myself for not having you beside me
seventeen and i was enraged
because you never made it there
you were still sixteen and still had crisp brown hair
i was eighteen and i had grown up too fast
i wondered what you would have said
as you stood on the sidelines watching my youth fly past
nineteen and i fell in love with somebody else
i asked God to forgive me for putting you on the shelf
i am twenty now and ive felt pain
ive seen flames at their first spark
i've seen them destroy entire cities
of my grand and wondrous heart
i look back to when i was fourteen
and think how young we were
to make such rash decisions when we really werent sure
i think of now you'd be twenty two so handsome and so keen
but you ended it all with no one to call
so you're always still sixteen
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