Young

I would have never guessed this could happen
We had set eyes on one another
Now you seem to have me speaking in tongues

Of this obnoxious word, people call love
Such a thing; that is above all those dreams
Yours and mine, all intertwined is but enough

Under the pouring rain, we dance away
With a smile that is merely an art
Is it ok, for us to runaway?

For you have mine and I have yours
I’d like to say, it’s seeping from our pores

~Excerpts from a young girl~


A. Jade