I wrote a song about you, and I thought I'd always feel the way I did when I wrote that song.
But now I don't, and it's just...strange.
You didn't do anyhting to me. You're still the same person you always were.
Maybe I'm the different one.
Now I know I wasn't in love.
It was just a crush.
A passing crush.
I feel sad talking like that about you.
But it's true.
I wrote a song about you months ago, on June 8th, before I went away to camp and it changed my life, before I started 7th grade.
I thought I'd always feel the way I did when I wrote that song.
But now I don't.
Now I've changed.
Now I am a new person--
well, a different version of me.
And that's okay.
I wrote a song about you four months ago.
I called it "Drifting Away."
Now, I am no longer drifting.
My feet are planted firmly on the ground.
I know who I am.
I can do this.
I am happy.
(this isn't exactly a poem, kind of just a jumble of mixed emotions, but you can think of it whatever way you like)
i wrote a song about you
More by star
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Stained-glass girl
you should be an image in stained-glass windows
the same ones you trace with your eyes every sunday
while hymns echo in your ears, words
you've known so long you forget the meaning.
or you belong in a portrait
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Lavender and Gardenias
Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias
As we lay under silky rays of sun
And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,
Words falling over one another until they
Became nothing, only syllables
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nevermind, then.
and the pale pink is fading from the morning sky
the same way the words from the song i sang about you
under my misty-cold breath
died on my lips. i wonder if i would've waited forever,
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