We were both kids
when I said that I loved him.
You told me “no, no,
you can’t possibly love him.”
“Mattie you’re a kid,” you said.
“Mattie you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

We were both kids
when I caught you with roses,
pulling out thorns
for the threat that they posed me.
You said they were a scar
but that I shouldn’t fear them anymore.

We were both kids
when you promised you’d be there,
promised, no matter what, that you’d always
be there, oh you swear!
And that no matter what,
I was your little Girlie.

We were both kids
when you told me to smile,
told me life would be great
if I did for a while.
Told me not to bottle it up,
told me that me in myself was enough.

We were both kids
when I told you I loved you.
You didn’t care
in the way that you used to,
you let us fall away.
You let our past together fade into gray.

I was so young
when you shattered my heart and,
you were so strong
letting friendship like sand
slip through your fingers.
I slipped through your fingers.

But I’m still young enough
still weak enough,
still strong enough through the storm to say…

We were both kids
when I told you I loved you,
I’m still a kid,
and I’m still in love with you.
You don’t even care,
and you didn’t keep your promise to always be there.
But I’m still a child, so I’ll forgive.

And I’m still a child, so I’ll never forget.
You, that is, my love.

I guess this one’s a little self-explanitory. Pretty cut-and-dry when it comes to symbolism. Of course, I could be wrong, so post any questions you may have and I’ll attempt to answer them. Either way, I hope you enjoyed, and I guess this is me signing off.