Sixteen Years

October 5, 2017

Sixteen years from last May you were mine,

I came into your life and you welcomed me in your own way.

I still remember each day as though it was yesterday,

hunting fairies,

reading stories,

chasing bugs,

giving hugs,

playing dolls,

throwing balls,

dancing free,

shopping spree.

Sixteen years from May you were mine,

The activities we loved so much were changed to crimes.

They were turned to dark thoughts and tough times,

sleeping pills,

risky thrills,

puffy eyes,

stupid guys,

razor blades,

daily fades,

trips to bars,

hiding scars.

Sixteen years from May you were mine,

You almost left my life and pushed me away with arms closed tight.

But almost is the key word Boo,

I'm so glad I still have you.

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