We had moments of sunshine that fuelled our laughs,
that stay there stuck in photographs.
A short hairstyle fit for a queen,
who’ll be dancing perfectly to eighteen.
It’s you and me now, long hair girl,
our emotions are slowly becoming unfurled.
We know she had perfect reasons to leave,
We know we were almost too naive.
Small ginger curls won’t run outside anymore,
no more trips with our friend to the store.
It’s concrete, the damage he has done to us both,
destroying the bond we shared by oath.
We loved each other,
there’s no need to suffer.
We know she had perfect reasons to leave,
We know we were almost too naive.
Who would know, we’d reach this age without one another?
Who would know, we’d have a war to uncover?
We were weak, but that’s not our faults dear,
we were just young and filled with cheer.
But we’ll keep strong, he may have lied,
but I will always keep you by my side.
We know she had perfect reasons to leave,
We know we were almost too naive.
It was a few years after, we were in our mid years as teenagers, they were both 14? I was roughily around that age myself. Me and Rosie’s friend had came out to some personal stuff and the long story short, she had to leave, taking her two sisters with her.
It destroyed me for a long time, not having her or her sisters around. They were a huge part of our life. Admittedly, the said friend, had a lot of people not a 100% happy with her or for her, but when she told me what had happened, I understood completely, almost too well for our age.
I haven’t actually spoke or seen her sisters since and it’s heartbreaking. She, herself, I haven’t spoken to much, and I fear sometimes I might be a trigger for her emotional feelings. Knowing that, can be really saddening.
It’s just a shame that one person’s bad actions, could split up a group of happy young kids, who just wanted to be there for one another and love one another. It was overall, just a tragedy how we stopped speaking properly. I hope one day I can speak to her again in honesty, I do miss her greatly, but sadly life has not given me that opportunity yet, maybe I just got to keep knocking on more doors.
I am happy that her coming out about her personal struggles did encourage other people I knew to come out about their struggles as well – including myself. I am grateful for her impact.
This poem’s form is mostly in similarity to a Lyric poem; These types of poems are extremely personal and in honesty it was a first-hand try of this poem type and I do think I got the feeling behind the poem correctly.
