Goodbye
I loved you before I even knew what love was
How can something so pure
Hurt so much?
I fell in love
Before I even knew what love was
And all this time
I've been searching
For a piece of myself
That I had given away
A piece of myself
I wouldn't take back
For anything
I hope
She's safe
And I hope
She's loved
But I have to let go
Or I will never
See that piece of myself
Again
Goodbye
I have loved you
All these years
I know you
Better than I know myself
You have seen me
Rise and fall
And carry a weight
Too big for my shoulders
And I have watched you
Grow up
Live, learn, change
And transform into
A beautiful, strong, independent
Woman
Goodbye
The next time we meet
I hope to see that light in your eyes
That I've cherished
And I hope
You see it in mine
Goodbye
About the Creator
L. J. Knight
I'm the girl who writes poetry in coffee shops, who walks the halls with a book under her nose, lost in her thoughts. I'm the girl with the quiet voice and the smart eyes, the one who dreams for the moon and hopes to land among stars.
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