I think you're too young for this.
I bet you still play with plastic guns.
Cartoons is where you find bliss.
And when you hear the ice cream truck, you run.
You jumped in for her way too early.
Lost in her dark, twisted grasp.
You traded in your toys for her jewelry.
Last guys finish last.
You're only 14, but you've already tasted love's wrath.
You're skin is still like porcelain.
But her needs made it into a rocky path;
A child walking under the rain.
You're too young for this.
Run if you still can.
Staying will mean you're childish.
But you're too young to understand.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
