Teacher.
Maybe you came
when i needed you most,
or maybe this is all illusion.
Maybe you said
what I needed to hear,
aleviate all my confusion.
Maybe you taught
me more about me,
an introspective woman indeed.
Maybe i learned
what i needed to teach,
if I asked i know you would've agreed.
I hold tight to thoughts of you
telling me which way to look,
remind myself of those days
when all I would need was a book.
I'd escape the thoughts of times to come
I knew I'd never be this young.
These days it seems iPhones replace the sun,
But you made me feel like I didnt have to run.
Maybe you came
when i needed you most,
or maybe this is all illusion.
Or maybe I'll teach
the kids around me,
what it truly means to be human.
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