Young Love

Those lips and how they made me feel,

I’d sell my soul to taste them once again.

Never had anything felt so real,

Thoughts of you pour like rain.

I don’t fight them anymore,         

visiting me in my dreams.

Are you just as you were before,

We, you’ve forgotten it seems.

Nothing ever felt so right in my life,

Together we had been.

I prayed one day I’d be your wife,

In the end our love didn’t win.

But it lives on in my memories,

Two kids in awe of each other.

I miss you when no one sees.

Jill L. Ware

Published by Jill L. Ware

Hello! I am a lot of things. First and foremost, I am me. Like it or leave it I believe God made me just as I am. That I need to go through these trials and tribulation to become who it is I am meant to be. does it suck? yes it does. I have two sons and three granddaughter and one on the way. I've been diagnosed with bipolar and borderline personality disorder for several years. This is a way to let my words out, get them out of my head. You are not alone in your struggle with these diseases, it's exhausting trying to be normal. Or what we percieve as normal.

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