Young Love
Young love so pure and true
You look into his eyes and you believe he's into you
Fondling over his every word you start to lose yourself
You start to do things you would never do
Say things you would never say
Then you wake up the next day with a large bruise to your chest
Wondering how could I have let someone I barely know take my most sweetest gift?
Oh but honey how you tend to forget
You allowed him to take your most precious gift and while NO you did not withstand from the urges of sin but yet still forgave him
Looking into his eyes believing every word was true
You turn and look to yourself and say who am I to you ?
Just another conquest yet proven or what about the topic of conversation
She says is this my young love that
love which is oh so tender and pure
But at the same time the most worst I'll ever endure.
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