no and no and no

too young to know
how to say no
just eleven years old
learning how the world unfolds
in your arms I grew so cold
all the people I never told

here I am now
18 years old
so much time later
I still don't know
how to say no
but what does that word mean
when it will be taken no matter

you left bruises on my body
but more on my soul
too young to know
too hurt to ever let go

Reviews

[terry smith]

Very nicely written! you have a voice and I am glad you are using it.

[kyn]

thank you so very much!

[Terry O'Leary]

Oh no!

good poem about bad things...

[kyn]

aren't those the best kind? haha thank you!