thepast
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Summer
My brother and I playing pretend
In our jungle of a backyard
Never getting bored,
In a bubble of childhood imagination
I am graduating this year and you won't see it.
I will walk down that aisle, I will accept my degree
I will take a step forward and then I will take a step down.
I will bow to the past and face forward to my future,
I made you my home
and you told me once never to make a person my home
but i could not help it
You were the only one i felt safe with
you were full of life
The Past
Something we all have
But we all don't wish to remember
Something that can make us
Or break us
The Past
Something that holds our strongest memories
But how strong they are
A stranger walked though the trees
I felt him looking at me
But you aren't a stranger at all
So different from me you call
You are the ghost of what had past
As a child she was instructed to stay upon her knees nightly, for forgiveness, for praise. Life progressed on; and times turned for the worst.
Is it wrong of me to be jealous that you loved them first?
It’s probably silly.
I loved before you.
But, I wish I hadn’t.
I wish I had been with you all along.
