When I Was 14

When I was 14 I met a boy.
His eyes were as blue as winter
And his hair the color of summer grain.
His voice could sing the sweetest song,
But told the darkest lies.
His teeth were crooked and yellowed
But his smile lit up my life.
His gaze could see into my soul
And gouge the deepest wounds.
The way he walked was slow and smooth,
He never did stumble, not once.
His hands were cold and calloused,
And crushed my naive heart.
When I was 14 I met a boy.
That fall I fell in love,
That spring my heart was broken.