tempest

first times

first times

they're always the hardest

just like the first time I let go of my mother's hand and rode a bike

I felt like I was balancing on thin air

my mother gave me a push and I went soaring down the street

no, not down the street, because I wasn't on the street

for those few seconds,

I was on top of the whole wide world

but,

eventually I fell

down, down

I scraped my elbow

my father and my mother and everyone came rushing down the street

they yelled at each other to go get a bandaid

they quickly picked me up and carried me back inside

sometimes

sometimes I wish they hadn't come

and hadn't put a bandaid on my elbow

and hadn't picked me up and carried me inside

maybe, just maybe, maybe then,

I would've picked myself up

and gotten back on that bike

maybe then,

I wouldn't be lying here

waiting for you to come pick me up

I don't think I ever realized I was balancing on thin air with you

because every second I spent with you I felt like I was on top of the world

first times

they're always the hardest

just like the first time I fell in love

maybe I should of been more careful

maybe I should of held on to my mothers hand just a little longer

maybe I should've picked myself up when you weren't there to do it for me

maybe one day

you'll be there

and I will get up and try again with you until I learn to keep myself from falling to the ground again

but until then

I'll pick myself up

I'll cover my own scrapes

I'll bring myself back inside where I won't get hurt

I'll keep trying

and I will learn how keep myself from falling to the ground again.