We were young and we were wild,
Didn’t really care for slow or mild,
Dove into love without a second thought,
Fairy tale romance was what we sought,
Our first kiss, pure bliss, like magic;
Slow-deep, then passionate-frantic,
“Better than Romeo and Juliet”, we’d say,
We made promises, didn’t delay,
We were rainbows and springtime roses,
We ran unbound like wild horses.
Until we fell into fall’s hands,
We no longer lived in a fairyland,
Like pretty greens turning orange,
Our chemistry took a drastic change.
You were the one who fell first,
And covered yourself in autumn dust,
Stability, responsibility and what nonsense,
I thought you had gone insane,
But I fell into fall’s hands too,
Once again, we’re the perfect two.
online at: https://wildscaredcrazy.wordpress.com/