Middle’s Melody
I grew out of those silly games
of when I was a younger person.
Because of you.
I started to act older,
than the age I was.
A seed that pretends
to be a tree.
Because of your choice.
I was invisible at the time,
silently helping with troubles.
However it was realized the mistake,
and I was not alone.
Listening ears came,
I could be there,
alive again.
Because,
even though I grow
I know
no one can take away
that bliss
of mine.
The one that you helped me
bring back to
life.
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