Summer After Highschool
Growing up is difficult
The sun was hot, crowd loud, wind had blown steady
I sat in my gown, staring at the institution I had grown to hate
Hurry up and call my name, I promise I am ready
It took 12 years, lots of tears, but now it's time to graduate
Since preschool day we had always stayed together
The best of friends, I thought you were the piece I'd always been missing
It seems school was the thing that kept us tethered
Haven't seen you since that day, but I still love reminiscing
The boy who became my first love, we started to date in May
Perfect on paper but yet he left me bereft
I learned a lot about myself before I forced him away
Still I’ve been looking for him in every person since the day that he left
Growing up is difficult, but don’t let dark clouds loom
Just think about how beautiful life will be once the flowers bloom
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