I Was a Teenage Poet V

This is just a fragment, and more in line with my general high school poetry.

The mourning of our love has passed
or so I like to think
For from your heart, your lips,
your soul, your eyes I want to drink
the juice of youth and newness pure,
the nectar of the damned
But I am forced to stand and watch
you walk through your life's plan

The time we had is gone away

Mope!