For once, it's not about Mister Too Fast...

What could have happened if something else had happened first

You think you want to know me,
but I don't think you want to.

You say you want to hold me,
but I don't really want you.

When I'm this young and you're illegal,
there's really not that much we can do.

I said we should think about it,
but you left that thought behind.

I thought we could work around it,
but you pushed that from your mind.

Now that I'm growing wiser every day,
I wonder if you'll always be this blind.

She said that we were perfect,
but now we both know it's a lie.

She once thought that we were perfect,
but now it's plain even to her eye.

We were never ever meant to be
yet you still want to hold me---why?

Poetry by PoeticProcrastination
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Written on 2006-09-10 at 23:04

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You write well and I'm glad that now that I'm temporarily back to the Bay you're writing!! yay!!
awesome job. you have a way with words.

I like the soft rhythm to this. And the super-duper awesome cryptic title.