15 years old. A heart so pure and true. You believed him when he said “I love you. 15 years old. Love is new. You believed it yourself when you said “I love you too”
15 years old not a little girl or a women. Caught somewhere in between for a moment.
15 years old; not quite old enough to know better, definitely to young to care. Oh how this world will devour you like bears.
15 years old your broken hearts hurts oh so bad. Nothing your mother can do to not make you sad.
30 years old, someday you’ll ask me; momma? What was I thinking? I’ll wrap my arms around you so tight and so firm. I’ll reply I’m not quite sure my angel, but it’s been quite the fight that’s for sure.