Too Young

All of these relations,

My heart was trusted just once,

Every two hours of all of the months,

I poured down my numb emotions.

Drooling over my happiness,

Every bit of tears I confessed,

To my love I found in a mess,

Or was I too young to be so blessed.

Feelings of mine became this diary

arranged at the corner of a library,

Among the books of lover and her fairy,

 The diary was just unloved and contrary.

Forgive and forget was repeated again,

Hurt and smile was our little game,

I doubted me if I was ever sane,

Or was I too young to be in such pain.

Too young for melancholy nights,

Too young for first breakup fights,

Too young for starving diets,

I was too young to regret love at first sights...

~Ishika Gautam