Teenage love,
It's like a dove,
so sweet and gentle,
but it flies away.
It never seems to last,
he becomes a thing of the past,
he stops texting you every moment of the day,
you lay in wait on your bed,
your heart feels like sinking lead.
Why isn't he replying?
Is it over?
Does he still love you?
Why is your love and hunger of him dying?
These thoughts flying about your head.
Then one night he texts you,
you read it slowly,
he says its over',
but why doesn't it hurt?
Are you a cold heartless creature?
Why is teenage love so short?
Why does the dove fly away?
Does it go to greener lands?
You lay and wonder on your bed.
Teenage love,
It's like a dove,
so sweet and gentle,
but it flies away.