Sixteen

You know how kids are. We were inflamed as we went
About rutting still partially dressed. We clung to each
Other wherever we went, drawing frowns from old ladies
At bus stops, in stores. There was no time for talking
At first. When there was, we quickly discovered that
Passion's exciting, but not necessarily love.





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Written on 2024-12-23 at 22:11

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
The raw truthfulness about this exemplifies that ‘phase’ of life. Looking back it would seem to truly be all about the hormones above all else.
2024-12-23