I remember nights of passion
Sweat-soaked bodies
Writhing in youthful torment
Struggling for fulfillment.
And in the aftermath
Laying entwined unknowing
Where one body ended
And another began.
Loving with all the fervor
Of a 19-year-old heart;
With all the innocence,
All the vulnerability.
I remember nights of pain,
Tear-soaked pillows.
Writhing in youthful torment;
Struggling for release.
And in the aftermath
Broken and divided;
Tearing one heart
Back into two.
Longing with all the fervor
Of a 19-year-old heart;
With all the innocence,
All the vulnerability.
I remember first love
Its sweetness and its bitterness
A boy, and the girl who loved him;
Never completely forgotten.
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