I bid farewell
waved her away as she stared from the windowsill
In her little white dress, she stood
almost forgotten
But she didn't know that years went by and she was still haunting me
I remember the day I kissed her goodbye
a sweet chaste kiss turned into ones of need
of artificial love
a mere by-product of my rebellion
I was rebelling true love
now, years down the line
I wished that I still kept in touch with her
I wish
I was still
her.
—innocence and a word starting with a 'v' and ending with an 'y'