All too often have I seen young lovers
Enveloped in their sweet, sticky sessions
Oh, now they speak dear words.
Next week’s a different story,
Petty arguments soon sever their love
And is no longer a part of their inventory.
Yes, Tomlin had it right.
I have no time for such nonsense.
With the whole wide world left to explore,
Why would I succumb to such lame pretense?
No, let me see the pyramids
And the Parthenon.
I want to fly free and fast as an eagle,
Not wallow in some love-drawn caisson.
Let me read Shakespeare,
Not a thoughtless love note.
Let me laugh first, and dream first, and live first
Before sweet, sticky words slip from my throat.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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