A Second-hand Rose With Crumpled Petals
I can remember when I was a fool,
and I can almost put up with the pain
of the memories of that time...
but I would just as soon not remember
the way I was back then...
I can look back now and say that it was
because I was young, because I was too
innocent in the ways of life, or I could
be honest and say that I was just plain
scared of what was hitting me like a freight
train and I didn't understand what it was...
I almost knew, but not quite, not quite enough
to figure it out... so I was just a damn fool.
There you were... so young, but so old,
and you knew so much more than I ever would learn.
I think that frightened me a little - hell, more
than a little, if I'm honest -
you scared hell out of me.
I should have just dived right in, but I was afraid;
I should have taken a chance, but I was afraid;
I should have realized so much.... but I was afraid;
afraid of what I didn't know,
afraid of what I didn't understand,
and back then the fear of unknown was stronger
than the love that I gave up back then.
I didn't know. I just didn't know.
Oh, how I wish that I had known.
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