Young Love

He was gentle and soft Like leaf painted fig tree He wore patience like a coat of honor Careful not spill words lest he hurt a heart vulnerable My first lover on Earth Graced me like i was cup or glass Tilted at the side of the table Like an egg lifted off of the tray And yet, i oh the unthankful! Pushed stones and rocks and caused hurt Painted broken pictures of what 'Us' would be Stabbed him with words Who walked away from me Like swords drawn from an angry commander i.. I was still talking, hundreds of phrases spilling from my mouth Like an angry psycho maniac I could calculate all the things i said down to zero But who is keeping count? then days past, after other days days past... like passing winds and written stories the stories of 'Us' was a Cliche And it never rained i was choking into the dryness of the air warm as the coal from the mines It never rained and i could feel draught land on ma home grounds lacerated by the unquenchable thirst of what you used to do do make me feel... My heart still holds tender the memories Yet months pass when the two unraveled epics would never be told we hold still in silence i never knew you.... you never knew me then months found their way into months and years their way into years And yet today i have been reminded Of High School memories When a young woman found no pride in love And no shame in words of the epitome of her heart I have been reminded to mend the broken strings To make right my wrongs And if it fits the purpose i will lift my feet to find him hmm... fear takes over and i hesitate do wish me luck