6 months, 3 weeks later
You say that I’m a child
Believing every word
Your lips whisper the same sweet words
And I, a fifteen year old, engulfed in them all
If you were lying,
I would still be grateful
for showing that this girl, too, can be loved
Perhaps, that’s why it’s so difficult to simply let go
You taught me love
And my naive mind will always engulf in that
We shared an innocent and beautiful love
It puts my mind to peace though
That we honestly did share precious memories
Which are ours and only ours
