When I wrote this poem I thought of a young lady in her teenage years learning what love is like for the first time with another boy around her age. Often times teenagers are faced with the challenges of self-identity, first love and first heartbreaks, and academic pressure, which can spiral into what is known as "drama". So, I hope you enjoy the dramatic effect of this love-hate teenage angst poem. And of course, I draw a few of these lines from my own experiences, ha ha!
Wayward
I can't approach his wayward hand
To him I'm barely a whisper.
My light is fading in the dark
Each time I watch him kiss her.
Autumn leaves make memories,
And sunny days feel endless.
They keep the warmth inside my soul
When I am sickened with forgiveness.
The rose with poignant thorns cut through
The heart of a lover scorned.
Each time a prick is felt again
The womb of hatred is born.
Can love and hate go together
And live peacefully as one?
His charming eyes grab attention
But his attitude gets none.
My withered palms and lily gaze
Are reminded everyday
Of the kisses that were never mine
But a dream I dream always.
Copyright 2013 Angela J Thomas
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