Pain
The pain flies through
with unrelinquished heights.
I swore my heart,
would never take this flight.
Love hurt me badly
once before.
I thought you said,
your love meant more.
Now I cry these hot, burning tears,
wishing that they could add some years.
Maybe then you'd see me as a person,
Not just an age that is less than yours.
I gave up my heart much too soon,
and to you I gave it,
thinking that you would hold it,
hide it,
guard it,
From the one word and feeling
that would break it.
LOVE...
