Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Young Love

It hits like a speeding car



Too late to reverse

On cloud nine, miles away from earth

Wishful thinking can be your worst enemy

When your heart does all the work

Dates and flowers
Laughs and tears

They say were to young but no one knows what I feel


Crashing down, broken and bruised

Pay attention or this could be you


Love should be natural but now it’s a game



Win or lose everybody gets played





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback