Our SongA Poem by Kristen Swan
Now I realize that you were trying to write our own song. You spoke real low and gave me the pen. I started writing, unconscious of the fact that I was writing our song..now I wish I could go back to that hot summer day in the car by the tracks, and have the courage to leave the pen in your hands. I would place it in another's-someone who was worthy and who would have written much better with it.
But can't you see that 15 was too young? I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment and I'll never be ready for it with you. © 2012 Kristen SwanReviews
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