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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
but 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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