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Friday, December 7, 2012

Seventeen.

We talk on the phone like we're seventeen again.
If only we were seventeen again.
You'd look at me and I'd look at you 
And we'd think it was love at first sight.
Neither of us have ever been burned,
We've never been broken.
When we smile, it'd be genuine.
We'd jump off a boat together
Holding hands, fingers criss-crossed, locked.
We'd hit the crystal blue water together
Screaming all the way down
But laughing all the way up.
We laugh until we cry tears of pure happiness.
Staring into each others' eyes, 
We pretend we're the stars of our own movie.
We wouldn't care about our clothes,
Now dripping wet.
Clinging to every curve of our bodies
Exposing all our flaws.
But we wouldn't care.
We're seventeen and we think we're the only people
Who exist in the world.
We kiss and we kiss.
We make out for hours and never even hear
The guy yell at us to get a room.
We haven't any expectations because
We have nothing to compare it to.
We feel the butterflies in our stomachs,
But at seventeen we actually like it.
We don't try to scare them away.
Our cheeks hurt from smiling too much.
And even though I just saw you ten minutes ago,
I already miss you.
But we're seventeen again and you miss me too.
You'd tell me you love me, 
Not really knowing what it meant,
Just knowing that's how you felt.
I'd tell you I love you too.
We think nothing in the world can break us up,
Because truth is, it can't.
We plan our lives together as if 
Together is how we'll always be.
Together forever is how we should always be.
My mom tried to warn me to slow down.
Don't rush things, she said.
But I'm seventeen. 
And all I really know is how I feel
So I just run with it.
We don't sleep because we spend all night 
Envisioning our perfect future 
Together.
Isn't this how it should be always?
The cruel world has no place interfering with love.
It has no right to taint us
And compromise the integrity of love's color.
If I could invent a time machine 
I'd take us back to seventeen.
Where time never ticks
And our hearts never lock.
Where windows stay open and
We give freely because that's all we know how to do.
They say the older you get
The more you know yourself.
And I guess that's true.
I do know what I want.
I want you. 
All of you.
I want you to be the center of my universe 
And I want to be the center of yours.
Together.
Forever.
Like we were then
At seventeen.

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