Young Love Poem by Mae kenny

Young Love



A precious heart so willing and naïve to love at any cost. That is me or what my heart used to be. A love that is so pure and delicate, to make my own heart melt..CRASH AND BURN..reality hits, can't miss that unmistakeable shatter of my heart..I am left in amiss. Lead to your deceit to defeat my greater good, my love, my heart..or what is now left of it. Blinded by my youthful heart, to only melt away to the unforgiving reality.

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