She's so young.
but not so innocent.
And compared to him,
she's just
a little girl.
And he thinks he shouldn't
be thinking
these thoughts,
feeling these
feelings.
Age is just a number.
But numbers matter.
They're a whole decade apart.
(And sometimes
it seems like light years...)
And they both
have a lot of
growing up to do.
(Oh, God, she's only 18.)
...
She's intoxicating.
Redfire hair
brightbright eyes.
Next, even he
feels plain.
She's fresh and young,
she makes him feel
so old
sometimes.
Because he's
so much older,
but not wiser.
She's the girl
who pulls all the boys in,
but scares them all away.
And she's got it
all down to a science
at only 18
...
She's only 18,
she took some
short cuts
to growing up too fast.
And it will burn them both
in the end.
Oh, I really hate to do this... But I have to. Guys, I'll be going on hiatus for about a month. I know that probably sucks for all those of you who want updates, but I have vacation. But, if by chance, I get my hands on a laptop I'll update. So, I probably will be updating sporadically, but not regularly. Sorry, guys! I love this story, and I promise I won't forget about trying to update.
So, otherwise, I hope you liked this poem and leave me a review!