17
I wish I were 17 again
When loving someone like you
The way I do
Would have been called naivety
And being innocent,
And not stupidity
Or utter foolishness.
Oh, to be 17 again!
To bask in the light of immaturity!
To not knowing anything better!
Where doing the things I’m doing now
Would’ve been called
Being inexperienced
And not being disloyal.
I wish I were 17 again
When loving someone I really shouldn’t love
Would’ve been called a genuine mistake
For lack of better judgement,
And not a conscious decision
Where I decide to betray everyone
But mainly, me.
But
For
you,
I’d
do
it
all
over
again.
– B.