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Sixteen

Dear ___,
Once when,
We were;
Young/
Loving/
Kind.

We pronounced
A love so dear.

Blushing cheeks,
Wet lips.

A stolen kiss,
Quick lift of a shirt.

We were young.
We were loving.
We were kind.

You said;
I was the most beautiful girl you knew.
I said;
I'd always want to be with you.

You said;
We'd spend forever together
I said;
I love you too

But what do the young know of love?
How kind is a child?

Maybe we meant it,
And that's all that matters.

Or maybe I hurt you;
And maybe I'm sorry.

I was sixteen,
You were too.

And now we don't talk,
And we don't whisper anymore,
And we don't pass notes,
And I just wanted to say;
I really miss you.

1004pm

@1004pm

Female. 25. North Carolina.

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I feel your words 😞. Really nicely putπŸ‘

@casualhero thank you πŸ˜‰