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20 April 2014

Sixteen

sixteen

there were days

when we lived

as if we’d never

die

days we were

perfected

among the race

because our love

was the first love

to ever reach

those heights

we were sixteen

and did not know

that time was a thief

who’d steal our love

and leave us naught

but our memories

.

14 comments:

  1. Brittany Mariah Cagle20 April 2014 at 15:48

    Beautiful

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  2. Marie Macfarlane21 April 2014 at 08:28

    profound emotional snapshot x

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  3. A sweet poem of innocence!

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  4. Peaceful Flower21 April 2014 at 10:18

    I'm still in love with my first love, the one I had at 16...lol... oh well as you said, I have the memories. Love this. Great piece!

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    1. We never forget that magical time - our first love - do we?

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    2. Peaceful Flower21 April 2014 at 18:03

      Not ever!!

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  5. Amanda Archetype Accalia21 April 2014 at 18:06

    I think our first loves influence our future choices. We are always looking for that same feeling.

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    1. Interesting theory Amanda - they say alcoholics and junkies chase that first high - this could be true of lovers too.

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    2. Amanda Archetype Accalia21 April 2014 at 18:08

      I think it is true as I have always searched for the same feeling I had when i was 17. I think over the years it all becomes Jaded.

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    3. Amanda Archetype Accalia21 April 2014 at 18:09

      After thought on this:) I also think when we have our first love, we are a new canvas.

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    4. Yes Amanda - that's very true

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