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We were infants Trying to stand Trying to talk Seeing the world for the first time. Six months and we grew Learning, discovering Looking for purpose But still stuck in our minds. One year and we were children Believing we knew All there was to know But still filled with wonder. Finding the first sadness Peace in companionship Hope for the future And somehow life inbetween. Two years and we were adults Each others' first "Happy," used so often "Love," thrown back and forth. In the cracks, underneath Darkness spilling Pain and confusion Joining but tearing. Three years and we were dead Hope gone, innocence lost Liquid life had taken ours And pain was all it left. But I am not I live. And I realize that Love was something you never gave, There was no we, only me And we did not live, or love. Rather, I did. I do.
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
A Life
We were infants Trying to stand Trying to talk Seeing the world for the first time. Six months and we grew Learning, discovering Looking for purpose But still stuck in our minds. One year and we were children Believing we knew All there was to know But still filled with wonder. Finding the first sadness Peace in companionship Hope for the future And somehow life inbetween. Two years and we were adults Each others' first "Happy," used so often "Love," thrown back and forth. In the cracks, underneath Darkness spilling Pain and confusion Joining but tearing. Three years and we were dead Hope gone, innocence lost Liquid life had taken ours And pain was all it left. But I am not I live. And I realize that Love was something you never gave, There was no we, only me And we did not live, or love. Rather, I did. I do.
#love#life#death#growth#dependency#independence
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a-thought
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
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