I already heard your name in school,
When my classmate said you're cool,
But I'm this girl remaining so mean,
And that's when I was thirteen.
Loving and leaving were kinds of teen,
That's all I observed and seen,
Then I saw you seating on the green,
I felt different about you when I was fourteen.
Sharing all the weirdness and laughter,
Every day gets so brighter and better,
Struggles and misunderstanding come,
And all I wish was all of it to be done.
I answered you when I was fifteen,
'Cause you love me when you were sixteen,
We celebrate whenever its seventeen,
But you left me on the day of eighteen.
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Glimpse From Heaven
PoëzieWhat a heart felt, after receiving a glimpse from heaven - a word known as "LOVE".