Young hearts.

Young hearts.

A Poem by johnnyqueer

When you said I was worth the wait, how long
was I worthy of? Your time goes no faster than
my own, your days pass no quicker than my own.
I awaited for you to be my own, I waited alone.

You are young, but far more brilliant than your years.
I take offense to this deceit, you'll ignore what you've
done to me. Blame it on my absence, or my distance.
Abrasive words, try to swallow.

I spent nights transforming feelings into words
for you, you verbalized your adoration, I fell deeper.
Time has changed you yet again, expected I guess,
since you are young. Blame it on youth.

I waited so long, for things to fall in place.
I was in the wrong place, you change so quick.
I'll blame it on yesterday, the past can swallow
all that I refuse. Eliminate what I feel for you.

Felt for you... I felt so strong towards you.
Skipped sleep for you, dreamed of you.
Smiled at the thought of you, of us.
Why must you be so naive?

I'll leave you in silence so you can forget.
I'll secretly hope that you'll remember,
allow your memories and pain to fester.
Run to me, when you are older.

I'll be waiting, when we're both older.

© 2011 johnnyqueer


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:)
yeah, not that I know s**t about s**t, but, it seems, in love, with youth comes restlessness. and, with restlessness comes carelessness and forgetfulness. those things can hurt like a b*****d when they land on your bare skin....burn down to your bare bones.

I like this piece. it's as honest and tactless as a fresh scar. that's poetry everytime!

there are some grammatical issues, but I'm not too picky on that stuff.

good read.

cheers!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is a perfect example of young love. Or as I like to put it, "confused love".

Posted 12 Years Ago


SO CREATIVE AND TALENTED. I FEEL LIKE YOU PUT ALL OF YOU IN THESE POEMS, IN THESE WORDS. I LOVE IT!

Posted 13 Years Ago


:)
yeah, not that I know s**t about s**t, but, it seems, in love, with youth comes restlessness. and, with restlessness comes carelessness and forgetfulness. those things can hurt like a b*****d when they land on your bare skin....burn down to your bare bones.

I like this piece. it's as honest and tactless as a fresh scar. that's poetry everytime!

there are some grammatical issues, but I'm not too picky on that stuff.

good read.

cheers!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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