young love

nothing is what
it seems
at any age.
the love of your
life
is really
just a day, a
passing ship
which docks
for a night.
she betrays you
by kissing another,
but she was
never yours,
to begin with,
as you were never
hers.
nothing is
what it seems
at any age,
remember this
that there will
be more, and that
your tomorrows,
at least for now
out weigh
your yesterdays.