Teenage Love

Apr 11, 2023

1 min read

By Syona Rajput

Four Glittery eyes.

"Locked shut till they die,"

No, Young hearts, at risk of plights. One's meant to be left behind.

But, a sort of gleamy evanescent. Never felt again, once over. Rareness is the feeling it holds.

Though I've never felt before It is only a blue moon's place to say Wether teenage love is not divine.

By Syona Rajput

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