First Love

Fourteen and Naive, I thought I knew everything

I saw you and only wanted one thing,

to hold your hand, to become more than nothing.

Hoping, I came forward, blabbing 'bout something

You were an angel, you accepted my crazy.

We became friends, so young and so hasty

never realized that this could go shady.

still dived in like someone feisty.

Did I regret that? probably not

not then, not now, I'm not stuck in a knot.

but I still wish I haven't been caught

ruining the friendship I eagerly sought.