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Hometown

Growing up with a family, in a town very small Learning to live life to it’s fullest, even if I never had it all It may not of been a place, where everyone wanted to be But it was home, and it meant everything to me After grandma left, it all went to hell Any hopes of happiness, crumbled up and fell Mom tried her hardest, to raise us well and good But made mistakes, and therefore never could I managed to keep smiling, only cause of one thing 3 very important people, that kept away the pain Two that made me smile, no matter what went on Friends that stayed up all night, talking until dawn Then there was another, that I couldn’t live without Always finding something, to talk and laugh about Soon this small amount of bliss, ended one evening When dad called and said, “I’ve had it, you’re packing up and leaving" In the next week, I spent it with that one friend The one that never left; was there right till the end In front of the school, on my last afternoon He came a little closer, and told me “Erica, I love you” I shook my head, in embarrassment and fear I was only 11, love shouldn’t be so near I told him no, that I was moving away “What!? Why?! Please won’t you stay?” I turned my back, on an amazing friend Eyes full of tears, as I saw my dad come round the bend I got into his van, dreading my new life Thinking it wasn’t worth it, I’d rather go through strife But now it’s years later, and the tears still fall down How I miss that boy, and that hellhole of a town He’s found someone new, that said she loves him back Something I could never say, a confidence I lack I look back on those days, wondering how I could’ve been such a fool Why couldn’t I have held his hand and told him “I love you too”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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