It's the excitement
During the night before.
Not being able to fall asleep,
Watching the clock tick away the minutes.
It's the unbreakable smile in the morning
Plastered on my face.
Only to be woken up
By a sweet embrace.
It's to hear them chant it
And say it in the halls.
The contagious laughter,
As we all celebrate.
It's the gifts that are given
And the notes written with it.
The unforgettable love with them,
Would last throughout the day.
It's to hear them say,
"She made it another year."
That I overcame the dark
And stepped back into the light.
I'm happy now,
With nowhere else to be.
It's the way I want it to be
For the rest of eternity.
The halls are mine for the day
For nothing can stop me.
I will claim my own victory
And continue to stay me.
And all day
They will scream,
"Happy birthday Alyssa.
You're finally 15."
~a.k.
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Happy 15th to me!!
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Paint Swatch Poems
PoesiaA collection of my thoughts expressed through the art of words. © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ To see my first book of poetry, check out Polaroid Poems.
