13 To 17
I remember the first time we met
I was thirteen and you were not much more
I remember I never knew your name
I heard your words
But found no sense in them
You had your friends
And I had mine
But you and I
Were not so different and we may have believed
At seventeen I feel in love
Your words thrilled me
Set shivers up my back
You set my soul on fire
And I could only stand and burn
I wanted to light your passion
But you stood in a waterfall
My word got washed away
Only actions stood a chance
So I gave you what I could
I let you play your dance
I thought you would understand
But you took it all for granted
You knew I would always stay
You knew I could not turn away
What fiend does that make you?
What sort coward am I?
I was thirteen and you were not much more
I remember I never knew your name
I heard your words
But found no sense in them
You had your friends
And I had mine
But you and I
Were not so different and we may have believed
At seventeen I feel in love
Your words thrilled me
Set shivers up my back
You set my soul on fire
And I could only stand and burn
I wanted to light your passion
But you stood in a waterfall
My word got washed away
Only actions stood a chance
So I gave you what I could
I let you play your dance
I thought you would understand
But you took it all for granted
You knew I would always stay
You knew I could not turn away
What fiend does that make you?
What sort coward am I?
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