Just Kids

A poem about the past

Sometimes you’re the weakest heart,

when you don’t have anything to give

No words could soothe your wounds,

 When they’re the one you inflict

And maybe we were just kids,

 not knowing a thing;

 the future was never a thought in our minds

Everything was so real then, nothing was true,

 but it all existed, you can’t forget it

We lived right then and there, in the moment,

 then we started thinking too much, too often

Maybe we are kids, even now

Hushed voices in the middle of the night,

don’t worry they can’t hear us talking about our boring lives

There was nothing to say, when all we did was lie, and scream

Notes slipped underneath the door, or left outside on the front porch

Running around, acting scared,

 scared of the truth, scared of what our words could do

Maybe we grew up too fast,

 trying to get away,

trying to escape what holds us together,

 out shattered youth

We can’t forget what we’ve been through

Maybe we were just kids,

 not knowing a thing;

 the future was never a thought in our minds

Maybe we are kids, even now

What should I say? 

Which lie sounds better to you?

Which one is closer to the truth?

When we ran out of excuses,

when we ran out of room to love,

 out of room to lose,

 out of time

What is love, when we pretend?

It was real then, is it real now?

Maybe we are kids, maybe we are kids, maybe we are still kids

Scared of the world, scared to love

Still kids, still kids, still kids

I was the weakest heart,

I had nothing more to give.

 

Reviews

[Franky]

Interesting musings. How true these thoughts likely are!