Under The Pressure

The age of you
Was a glimpse of beauty and change.
I didn't know how important it felt
To help you pick out the right boots,
When you were shopping and I was
Distracted by something,
Coincidentally reminding me of you,
So young.

I'm torn, but I really think I could've
Done a lot better. I linger on that,
And wonder what it would be like to
Hold you again as mine. The urge to
Steal a kiss is powerful, but I dismiss.
You do not want this. You do not wish
That I should linger on.

It doesn't matter, really. My feelings
Are mine, and I'll come to my own
Conclusions. I know there is going to be
A moment when I finally let you go.
I don't want to lose your perfect and
Beautifully disturbing nature.
You were founded by golden light,
Sequenced to a chance at perfect bliss.
So you lost some cards; me too.

We were always wanderers.
We stirred up every calm, because we
Love to explore. Bravery is traded;
We forgot that. We let our devils
Bring us down.
We were soaked by tidal floods
And we drowned.