"Too Late for Teen Love"
— a lament for the years that never came
There’s a silence in the smile I fake,
A hollow ache each morning wake,
The sun may rise, the world may spin,
But something's gone I’ll never win.
Not fame, nor gold, nor keys to gates
Can mend the weight of teenage fates—
That look, that laugh, that first shy glance,
The magic of a doomed romance.
While others kissed beneath the stars,
I traced my scars through bedroom bars,
Alone, as music played next door—
A party I was made to ignore.
They say, “You'll find it, just be strong!”
But youth is short, and clocks are wrong.
You can’t reroll the dice of age,
Or ink first love on a later page.
A house, a car, a job that pays—
They’re trophies for the hollow days.
The boy I was still walks unseen,
Still waiting there at seventeen.
And worst of all, I know the truth:
You can’t go back to touch your youth.
That chance is gone, that spark is spent—
A ghost that lingers, never meant.
So let them say it’s just a phase,
Or drown it out in grown-up praise—
But I would trade it all to feel
A teenage love that once was real.
