Teenage Love
Teenage Love
I thought loving boys was a rom-com stereotype
Girls and boys for their first impression on each other, being hype.
I always made a fuss about young girls’ hearts melting so easily
When the boys entered their lives cheekily;
Little did I know the meaning of love,
When I met a boy who made me rove.
Thank God, he entered fast
Giving a new twist to my life’s cast;
His little action caught my attention,
Little to did him I mention.
Standing in front of him, I get awestruck
How much I try to speak but my tongue in its position gets stuck;
He has silky hair and glossy black eyes,
Like giving me a new rise.
I don’t know if this will last long
Or end up making my choice wrong