Going back in time I see a younger me The happiest, high-spirited girl I see her looking at him Innocence in her eyes
I wish I could tell her to turn back I wish I could hug her for what's about to come She looks happy though Still content with the one person who seems to be her world There's fear in her eyes, but she still leaps forward She risks it all for love
I know where she would be now I watch her lonely self Walk down that same road Confused, hurt but still keeps walking I wish I could hug her now more than ever For the brave girl she was trying to be I wish I could tell her she's not alone
Things haven't changed much though She would still choose love, I know Even with all the hurt and betrayal And things that are never really in our control She would still choose to walk down that road But it's time I told her that I cannot make the clock reverse And there's no bringing back what once was hers
Begin by writing down the names of several people you know well and often come across in your home, school or neighborhood. Now pick one or two of those people and write a poem describing their attributes—how they look, sound, smell, move and behave.
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Wake up, you say as you shake my hair Look, you say while the morning sun falls flush on my face What, I say, is it that has lit a fire in your eyes; and your fingers are an arrow as I follow your silent trail to the skies and glimpse a rainbow come our way.
Name the stars and constellations, you say in a falsetto voice so I start speaking in a half trance "Sirius, Andromeda, Bellatrix, Regulus" and this time you shake your hair and say those are names of Harry Potter characters and I sigh and confess that those are the only celestial names I know.
And we go on talking, late into the night, word after word, one question after another outside the dew stained glass window the sky changes colour and the Earth's axis tilts once more and we continue to spar with words spilling secrets and laughing at jokes until we know each other as well as two people can ever hope to know.