2013:
The year I graduated 8th grade
The year I went to my first real party
In 2013 I learned to braid
I told myself "Everyone leaves"
And I had my first crush.
Little did I know I was about to grieve.
2013 was the thanksgiving that I had my heart broken.
I thought I knew what hurt was
In 2013 my first real hurt was spoken
2014:
My teacher died
My church stepped down a little
My friend became a bride
I found my God.
I realized that life (love) isn't always easy
Yet every day I was awed
In May I had my best friend restored.
My heart was almost healed.
But even so, it was ignored.
I realized that everyone changes.
I decided I wanted to be a teacher.
I learned that life is not all about my own exchanges.
Present:
Tears still fall.
Friends still leave
But all in all
I think I'm doing better
Than I was before.
I feel freed from my fetters.
My bonds that never left
That came back every day.
And I'm still bereft
Some people will stay.
This I have learned.
But I'm doing okay.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
2013:
The year I graduated 8th grade
The year I went to my first real party
In 2013 I learned to braid
I told myself "Everyone leaves"
And I had my first crush.
Little did I know I was about to grieve.
2013 was the thanksgiving that I had my heart broken.
I thought I knew what hurt was
In 2013 my first real hurt was spoken
2014:
My teacher died
My church stepped down a little
My friend became a bride
I found my God.
I realized that life (love) isn't always easy
Yet every day I was awed
In May I had my best friend restored.
My heart was almost healed.
But even so, it was ignored.
I realized that everyone changes.
I decided I wanted to be a teacher.
I learned that life is not all about my own exchanges.
Present:
Tears still fall.
Friends still leave
But all in all
I think I'm doing better
Than I was before.
I feel freed from my fetters.
My bonds that never left
That came back every day.
And I'm still bereft
Some people will stay.
This I have learned.
But I'm doing okay.
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