Krissy32
06-20-2005, 01:39 AM
My heart, at 17, is new to this
Unbroken, willing to gamble on love;
His heart, at 19, however is fairly worn
Untrusting, unable to open completely.
I understand this and tread lightly
avoiding the scars of where he was torn apart,
I'm so careful to spare him,
so eager to have his affection returned.
I know that he won't be here forever,
But my heart is his already.
His hands feel cold and soft,
as he begins to caress my skin,
I kiss him passionately,
as we fall into each other's arms,
My intense feelings for him
rush over my entirety.
For a moment, I am lost within him.
I wonder if I mean as much
as the night fades.
In moments of lust,
we said things we really didn't mean.
He said he would wait for me,
and I told him I loved him.
It was only while he was in my arms,
It was only while my lips were pressed to his.
We are too young to know love.
We are too young to know anything.
Lust is deceiving
for he was never mine to begin with.
Unbroken, willing to gamble on love;
His heart, at 19, however is fairly worn
Untrusting, unable to open completely.
I understand this and tread lightly
avoiding the scars of where he was torn apart,
I'm so careful to spare him,
so eager to have his affection returned.
I know that he won't be here forever,
But my heart is his already.
His hands feel cold and soft,
as he begins to caress my skin,
I kiss him passionately,
as we fall into each other's arms,
My intense feelings for him
rush over my entirety.
For a moment, I am lost within him.
I wonder if I mean as much
as the night fades.
In moments of lust,
we said things we really didn't mean.
He said he would wait for me,
and I told him I loved him.
It was only while he was in my arms,
It was only while my lips were pressed to his.
We are too young to know love.
We are too young to know anything.
Lust is deceiving
for he was never mine to begin with.