YEAR ONE I was so confident in every word I said
Every action I did
I had no shame
So confident in every way
No one can tell me I wasn’t worth a thing
The first time we met I never knew
You would be the one who makes me feel
Like I can become new
Pure with no hate in my mind
THE SECOND YEAR You made me love myself
A hundred times more
When days were dark and my heart was disoriented
Which at the time I didn’t know was possible
You helped me open my eyes
When mine were sowed shut
You helped me wipe the blood away
And healed me with your faith
THE THIRD YEAR I knew you were real
You stayed there through all of my changes
You watched me grow
From a birdie to an owl
Something I can be happy to be
You were a butterfly with holes in your wings
I am aware but somehow you have enough flight to help me stay sane
You are my blessing
Like many others
But I know your a butterfly I will be able to keep
You never fly away
THE FOURTH YEAR
Is when I knew
There will be one day I will release you
To make someone else’s day
The way you made my life change
It would be selfish to keep you hidden away
To me I believe
For the five years we have spent I hope you know
That was time well spent
THE FIFTH YEAR I realized I just needed to say
You are my best friend I never wanna give away
But if you need me to all you have to do is say it
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- Author: Tia Davis/テイア ( Offline)
- Published: May 18th, 2020 14:58
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