Untitled.
I left myself last night
to try to find myself
a long time ago.

When I found her,
I saw her sitting alone
empty room,
lost in another daydream.
I knew her thoughts;
they had once been mine.
She was caught up in her
thinkings of you.

And, oh, I tried to tell her.
Oh, I tried to help her.
Oh, I tried to warn her.

But young love...
young love never hears anything
but the voice
of its lover.

She turned and
looked at me,
looked through me.

I remember thinking
how happy I was,
in love with you.
She left me
to go tap on your door
to slip into your room
to feel you touch her
and sigh.

But, oh, I tried to tell her.
Oh, I tried to help her.
Oh, I tried to warn her.

...But I was young
...and I was so in love.