“Age is just a number,”
My mom always believed.
“Love cannot be measured”
By the years you were conceived.
I thought she was right,
I thought this was true.
I guess this all changed
When I laid eyes on you.
The boyfriends of my life,
I’ve only had two.
But you seem to be so different,
Like this time it is true.
It’s just the little things to me,
Your smile on your face.
Age is just a number,
The hearts fell into place.
Holding your hand takes my breath away,
Seeing you makes me blush.
The thought of you being there for me
Is far more than enough.
Sitting down watching a movie
Is just enough for me
To know you’re there beside me,
Though the future I cannot see.
Well, now you are my boyfriend,
But mom disagrees.
You’re too old for her, she says.
I don’t believe.
She said, “Age is just a number,”
But now that it applies,
I’m casted to my room,
Occasionally, there I cry.
Four years is still a number.
That is what you said,
I wish I could stop these thoughts
From circling in my head.
Between the age and my future,
I don’t know what to do.
I’m leaving in two months,
But I don’t want to leave you.
Being friends when I graduate
Would break my heart in two.
Why is it that I’m breaking,
Falling fast for you?
I’ve never felt this way before,
I’ve never felt this way.
I’ve been waiting for you for the longest time,
And now you’re taking him away.
Yes my education is important,
But maybe with skype and text
There’s got to be a way to last,
I don’t want another “next.”
I want to keep you by my side,
You bring the best out of me.
But now that I’m going far away,
Our future we just can’t see.
It’s awful because I want to be there,
Right there holding your hand.
Between age, college, and my mom
I just don’t understand.
A kiss can change a person’s mind,
And yours changed my heart.
I feel like I’ve known you a million years,
But the sorrow has yet to start.
Maybe we can make it last,
Although it would be tough.
Just seeing you beside me
Is simply good enough.
I believe that I could make it last
If both of us could try.
“Age is just a number,”
The number of tears I’ve left to cry.