Summer Love

August 1, 2012
By Anonymous

Was she the greatest love of your entire
Miserable sixteen-year-long existence?
Weeks earlier you’d told me stories about love
I didn’t enjoy it then, but I bought it.
Now I think it all to be lies.
You know nothing of love
And neither do I.
Fifteen, Sixteen years young,
We still have much to learn.



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