Growth
You seem to be smiling less without your special magic.
I would wonder in life and try to forget your evil ways, so very tragic.
With laughs and skips and the clouded trips tempting us both with the poison.
Draining me slowly; but for this only, your continued feast is your reason.
As you trail winding through your fails, can you see that I've won?
In obtaining the confidence to be on my own, I'm trilled this has begun.
You're healthy it seems, but know when you scream I am the one that's daunting.
And as you sleep, protecting your sheep I am the one that's haunting.
Live your life, live your meaningless life; Telling yourself to "keep going"
And as I gaze straight over your haze I am the one that's growing.
Copyright © Jessica Hoene | Year Posted 2015
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